I’ve heard that writing letters can help you move through emotions and understand them, without ever having to send them to the people that you’re directing the letters to, so I wanted to try that.
Dear Himbo (I can’t help but use nicknames rather than real names and it spares them the humility/shame),
Yesterday was my birthday and you couldn’t even be bothered to say Happy Birthday, for the first time in nearly a decade. But you were too consumed with your ex-girlfriend to say anything.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that you really don’t have much of a personality. If it doesn’t concern you, you just couldn’t be bothered. It’s no wonder your ex said she was over you. Maybe that’s harsh but I thought we could be friends after all this time.
And I really hate being that “its my birthday, the world should revolve around me” because that’s way too season one Stassi, but that’s not even where your self-centered bullshit ends.
All you send me on snapchat is shirtless selfies or your hands and something about your day, every call you make to me is about your ex, and anytime I post a photo, you go straight to DMs to compliment me which is weird and shady because none of my other friends are bashful about saying something nice or snarky.
I can’t remember the last time you asked me anything about myself, and even over the last couple months, talking to you has become progressively more draining. I’m just at the end of my giving-a-shit rope.
So good luck, nothing but good thoughts your way but I don’t think we should talk anymore.
Raine August 