Dear ____________,
I wish you would open up to me more. I used to think I knew you like the back of my hand, but now, I’m not so sure anymore. I thought we were “twins,” branded for life. I know this is vaguely biased because I don’t tell you much anymore either, but... I feel lost too. I feel like I’m not good enough too. At least for one time in their lives, everyone feels like shit. I have a question. Why can’t we tell anything but stupid small talk anymore? You’re my friend. My best friend. My sister. My twin. I want to tell, you, yes. But it won’t come out. Damn it, I’m so freaking selfish. See? I’m only talking about myself. God, I’m talking in circles now and I’m so frustrated and confused and angry and I’m keep building on this and I don’t want to and I want to scream. I’ve re-typed this letter like sixty times thinking of what to say. Right now, I don’t give a crap about my spelling and grammar errors. THERE. I. FREAKING. GO. AGAIN. Fine. I have to go now. I’m going to end up filling a whole page with my fucking nonsense. I will shut up. Bye-bye. I love you. Have a good life.
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