Dear "friends"
I don't know why you're doing this to me, but can it please stop?
It hurts more than you'll ever know, and because of you I don't enjoy doing the things I used to do, like going to school and church and theatre and stuff like that.
Maybe you don't realize you're doing it, but it still hurts.
I want to make things right again and go back to the way it used to be.
-me.
Dear self,
I miss you.
-me.
Dear "Dear TB" thread,
I appreicate you for letting me vent, when needed.