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Dear Karen,
Its been a while right? It feels strange to speak to you like this again, although this time, its nothing funny or dumb like we used to talk about. I always wanted to tell you how much I was struggling mentally, but whenever I even mentioned something related to it, you would call it emo and embarrassing. So i never said anything. But now that I'm writing this I really wanna tell you how I feel. I loved you, I really really did. I was so envious of you, you're thin, you have a fun sister, your parents get along, you get along with both of them, you have so many friends...you live a good life and you're happy, in general. You see, I don't have much of that, I'm ugly and fat, I have no friends, my parents fight all the time, I always argue with them...I really wish my life was different. You were really the only person keeping me here, you made me feel happy most of the time, you kept me company. I was super happy, really. But when you started to change..that really..got to me. You wouldn't talk to me as often as you used to, you didnt text me anymore and you would ignore my calls. Then I saw you started hanging out with other people, no I'm not possessive, its just...you were hanging out with people who hate me, people who bullied me. It hurt when I saw that, but if I have to be honest, I shrugged it off because I didnt want you to think i was a bad friend. but it really started to bother me, and when I heard from someone that it really was true that you guys were friends, I cut you off. because I didnt want to get hurt again. To be honest I started hurting myself a lot after, but Im slowly getting over you even though I have to see you like everyday. So yeah enjoy your life thats all I have to say. oh and also, fuck you :)
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