lettersleftunread

[lettersleftunread]

To Whom It May Concern

First of all, fuck you. I fucking hate you.

Does saying this mean I care too much? Is caring too much the problem? Is loving you the problem?

I know this hate comes from love— from the anger of watching you refuse to change, of watching you refuse to see the real problem.

You can’t take responsibility. It’s always someone else’s fault. The problem is you.

You. Poor you. Pity you.

Fuck you.