You know, you’re all awesome. I know that you all scoff at this statement, and repeatedly deny it, but it’s true. I know you believe it too. Well, at least, you believe that you’re better than me. Don’t think I’m crazy and deny it, I see your reactions. You actually have faith in yourselves, and you should.
I mean, Aee, you were pretty much my first friend when I moved. Like, real friend. Do you know why? Because you were kind, friendly, you listened to me and told me stuff. You were chill and fun, you still are, and even though you keep secrets, I have already guessed a lot. Just how you are is perfectly awesome, and if you changed, I think I’d actually be lost. Please stop scaring me. Stop hurting yourself.
Bee, you’re hot. I know you know you are, and so do all the guys who lay eyes on you. I wish I was hot. Attractive, even. Upfront, spoke my mind. Another friend from the start, and loyal. I can show up at your doorstep and stuff around your house for a couple hours, doing absolutely nothing, and we can still have some sort of subconscious bonding. Awesome.
Eee, you are just so smart. So full of creativity and beauty, and you wish that you had it when really, you already do. You are so pretty and your art and language reflects that, which just makes me so completely envious of you it’s actually depressing. I want to beat myself to a pulp just because I felt envious of your new laptop, and y’know why? Because it just added to your perfection. Your awesomeness. You don’t know how much I wish I had your perfection Emm, you are the embodiment of how every person on earth should be. Sympathetic, empathetic, kind, generous, unbelievably caring. Everyone says you’re nice, but either they don’t really know you, or they just don’t have the time to fully say what you are, so they sum it up in that pathetic word, ‘nice’. You are so smart, but your mind is clouded with your concerns for everyone you know, with the conversations you had with people, endless people that you can get along with so well. I know that you suffer so much from your concerns for others. You take so much on yourself and don’t share the burden. And I know that you understand my almost disinterest in matters that should concern me is just a way of keeping you sane, keeping you from breaking down, because I understand how you work, and that what you need most is not someone who is also sad, but someone to distract you from your already over burdened mine.
And to all the rest of my friends, especially those I haven’t seen in so long, you are just as special, but this has already turned out unbelieveably long. I should probably write all you individual letters, but then my hands would cramp after the first two, and that wouldn’t even be my BEST friends I was describing.
You are all so awesome. So awesome and perfect and it angers me that I am so envious of the ones I care for. I hate admitting I care, but I really do. I don’t want to concern you with my life issues, I don’t want to be the sappy one. I may say I hate hugs, but I sure as hell feel like one every now and then. OF course, if you hugged me after I said that I wanted one, I would slap you. That is not acceptable.
I’m sorry I can’t even stop being kinda hostile in a letter you will never see, but I hope that, through the connections that we have built (yes, our subconscious mind connections) you will know I’ve written this and you will stumble across it, one day.
Because I’m sure as hell not giving you any inkling as to where to find it.
From your average friend