A Letter to my Peers

You know, I have to confess something.

It’s been on my chest for a while now.

Please don’t say anything until I’m done.

I just need to get it all out.

Okay, here we go.

I’ve never been one of the popular kids.

Hell, I’ve never even been one of liked kids.

Sure, there are some people who think I’m cool, or whatever, and become friends with me.

They always end up ignoring me and leaving me, though.

Do you know how many true friends I’ve had in the past four years? Not many.

Do you know how many “friends” I’ve had in the past four years? Too many.

And honestly? I’m sick of it.

How you all treated me shaped me to be insecure and never feel like I’m good enough for anyone.

I used to hate all of you for making me feel this way.

I used to hate all of you for acting like nothing was wrong.

I’ve come to terms with this now, though, and I’m learning to accept myself.

I still don’t really feel like I’m good enough for anyone, but I’m getting there.

I’ve been forced to be alone a lot throughout the eight years you all chose to ignore me.

I had a lot of time to think and I realized it’s just not worth it to get caught up on this.

I devoted my time to not worrying about what others think and to finding something I truly loved.

That’s when I discovered my passion for writing and decided to give it my all.

When I’m famous and well-known for my best-selling novel, you all will rue the day you made me feel like a worthless piece of shit.