Dear Everyone,
I know you’ve got a letter like this, one you didn’t send, couldn’t bring yourself to send, shouldn’t have sent. Maybe you wrote it old school style with a pen in a notebook or a diary or a scrap of paper.
Perhaps it’s an e-mail that you pounded out on your keyboard, in anger, in sadness, in frustration.
Why does it belong here with mine? Mostly it’s because the person it’s written to should never see it. Never ever ever. You’re too honest in it. You wrote it for yourself in order to rip your heart open and let it all spill out. The blood and anger and fear and love needed to just gush all over the place in one big mess. You’re spelling and grammar probably sucks and the letter’s structure is only slightly guessable.
So do what I do. Write the letter and get it out there in the open. Trust me. You’ll feel better knowing that someone is reading your letter.
It’s much safer than getting drunk and actually sending that letter to your ex.
Love,
Me and My Letters
