To the boy who tried to ruin me

by Dmajeske

February 2, 2018

To the boy who tried to ruin me,

I’m sorry.

No, I shouldn’t start my letter off like that.

To the boy who stopped talking to me,

You don’t know my story,

When we were freshmen, you called me fat.

Too fat to have a boyfriend.

And all I heard was too fat to be loved.

I thought that you were my friend,

But all I felt was judged.

Judged by you and by society

And all I felt was anxiety for my personality

And so I suffered quietly

and in privacy.

Four years later,

I am finally happy with my personality

and mentality

So I will defiantly treat myself like royalty.

Because I am now a goddess.

A forgiving goddess.

A too forgiving goddess

When we were seniors, I forgave you

We became friends again and I had hoped that our friendship wouldn’t fall through.

But here’s a preview:

It did. It did.

You wanted a relationship and I didn’t

you stopped talking to me

And went back to treating me like trash.

Leaving our friendship in the ash

I guess this was my backlash

For not treating you like the trash.

News flash:

You're an ass.

To the boy who once claimed to love me,

I pray you meet a girl who loves you correctly

And you love her rightly

Brightly with passion and politely as a person

To the boy who made me think I was unlovable,

I am now unbreakable

Unapproachable, indestructible

And unemotional towards your unbelievable unconceivable words and actions

That are unforgivable.

Too unforgivable for this forgiving goddess.

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