Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Open Letter #67

I'm not sure if I've done this yet here, but I did it several times over on my old blog space. These are random letters that I write to certain people, places and things when I want to vent real hard. I wrote these letters yesterday when I really was upset, and even though I knew I was burnt, I didn't think I was still upset, but then I read these letters again, and realized that my frustration behind my "talking to" was two fold, and that I'm still slightly upset. So I decided to blog the letters.

Disclaimer - you saw before you came to my blog space that this is real, GROWN FOLK talk. Yes I was upset so there are some "choice" words. Happy reading:

Dear Chics,

Thanks for teaching me a valuable lesson. The more I know the more I will keep to my mother fucking self. Ya'll are so fucking triflin. I'm talking to you thinking we're having a discussion and within less than 24 fucking hours, our "conversation" got translated to me not understanding the meaning of confidentiality, me talking bad about others, and me needing to "grow up". How about you be a fucking adult and tell me how you feel about what I'm saying while we're talking, instead of telling every fucking body else to have them have to talk to me. Yeah I left early, but that was because I was so upset I didn't want to cry while I was telling you about yourselves.

OK...how about I'll just play it safe moving forward. You'll be uncomfortable but, unfortunately you brought it on yourselves.

Signed
God why am I so old and still being suckered when I finally "trust" people
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Dear Ya'll

I told you a long time ago I am who I am. Don't try to change me. You keep pushing me to do things I tell you I don't want to do, and then when I feel forced into doing it, you criticize me for how I've done what I've done. You either take me or leave me. I don't ask to do these things. Why do you expect me to do them the way you want me to, and get disappointed when I do them the way that I do. Pick your battles and quit tryin to fucking change me.

Signed
I'm so done right now. Is it June yet?

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