Dear George and Cynthia,
I love hanging out with you two, but sometimes I wish you two would just fall apart. Being lonely seems so much easier when those around you are lonely, too. I know it’s selfish and that’s why I’m writing this letter. I believe I have my misery under control.
From the third wheel, Martha
Dear Jacob,
I wish I could just come up to you, say hi and get things to where they were before. It sucks seeing you around and not being able to say anything. And we’re always dodging each other’s glances. I almost had the courage to say hello the other day but you went around the other side. I know we left things awkward after what happened, but I wish we still talked, you know? You were such a great friend. I wonder if someday we’ll get past this…
From the girl who wonders about you,
Alex
Dear David,
Thank you for always being there for my mom.
Thank you for taking care of our family.
Thank you for reaching out to us when we need help.
From,
Carol
Dear Reuben,
I do not want to work with you anymore. Your attitude toward me is unfair and down right rude and I do not deserve to be treated this way. I only put up with you because I want to help my mom pay the bills and also save up for college, but I will not trade my youth for this shitty treatment and traumatizing work experience.
From the “girl” whose name you kept forgetting,
“Rachel”
Dear William,
I don’t understand how it all could have crumbled down so soon. We started out great. Everything was just the way I imagined, but it all crumbled down in a matter of minutes when I told you what I contracted. My gynocologist told me it could only have been you who transmitted this disease to me. I was so scared, but I’m coping with it now. I’m not mad, not anymore. I was actually more mad at myself than I was with you and I thought I had no one else to blame but me, but I know now that it’s not my fault, nor is it yours. It just hurts to know that you didn’t want to help me through it. What’s worse is that you actually thought I knew I had it all along. I am not spineless nor irresponsible; I would have told you from the start if I had it beforehand. I read somewhere that as much as 80% of the U.S. population has it, but most don’t show symptoms. I wish you were just a little bit more responsible. Maybe even more thoughtful, caring, or educated about this, but it’s all too late now. You’ve quarantined me.
From the girl who thought she finally had a good thing going,
Cameron
Dear Physical Appearance,
I’m so disappointed.
From the girl who has no self-esteem left,
Shirlene
Dear Jacky,
Maybe it’s because this is my first job and I don’t have much experience, but you are like no other boss. You treat people as if they never did anything right. It is highly unlikely that you will find employees who will want to put up with your stubborn and inconsiderate attitude. You don’t care for anybody and in return, nobody really cares about you. Many people talk about you, but your name is usually associated with unkind words like “crazy”. Our setters and other dealers ask me in amazement, “How can you stand her?” when they find out that I work with you. It’s honestly only because I need the money. You say you’re so smart, but you couldn’t even remember my name for more than three months.
From the girl who is not allowed to wear lipstick nor heels to work,
Carol
