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I should have said yes. I didn't know there would never be another opportunity.

Dear WP Friend,

Thank you so much for reaching out to support me.

I'm so overwhelmed by your generosity, I can't even express what it meant to me in words.

Still crying with thanks,

Isabella

Dear You (plural),

That Classmates link ... disturbed me.

How can so many of you post that you thought I was "cool", "friendly", "nice", and even "winner" when every one of you rejected me and treated me like something you stepped in on a dog-owner's lawn?  High school was four years of Hell for me, and all of you made it that way.  Enjoy your reunion.  I will not be there.

Sincerely,

Me

Dear friend, thank you so much for being there for me always when i was severely depressed and quiet. Sometimes i feel like i am not a good enough friend for you. I hope i am not a burden on you.

Dear coworker.

Your problem is that you dont pay attention to the demographics of your audience.

I am not one of those dumb kids that you usually hand pick to staff your jobs. I am a...well...a person like yourself. Over a certain age, and with long experience in both work world in general, and with a long tenure with this company. So your schtick is not gonna work on me the same way that it does with most of your staff. The dumb kids think that the dumb stuff that come out of your mouth is "cool". But you know that its gonna backfire on someone like yourself, like ME, and it just gonna cause me to have contempt for you. Please stop forcing me...against my will... to have contempt for you. For your own sake.

You don't want to talk to me because even if you have not admitted it consciously, your unconscious mind understands & does not wish to be reminded of your monstrous behaviour.

The universe & God know the truth, even if a lot of people in your social circle do not.

You are smarter than me, better than me.

Now go away.

Also, I respect your boundaries & I will never enter your dm's again. I hope that soothes any anxiety you might have about that.

This was my last conversation with 'the demon', circa 2015.

Exposing my soul, telling her I had been brain damaged by a vaccine during high school.

Her response?

An argument from authority - citing her profession as a reason to invalidate my experience - gaslighting me, telling me I was making it up, even though my complaints about the vaccine I had have been documented irl, close to when I first had it.

Oh, also, talking to me as if I had the education of a high school drop out from Alabama, even though at the time, I had just graduated with a bachelor's degree and was just about scholarly enough & motivated enough to do my own research to know that my experience was true, even it was a rare occurrence.

She told me we had nothing in common anymore. It went down a bit like this in the following video. She also made fun of me for not paying my way in life, which is true I guess to an extent, but I have paid for my own food since I was about 20.

All the while, she was 'virtue signalling' about socialism to other people for brownie points to feed her imagined self concept

I was nearly dead via suicide from this traumatic event within a single year, with no previous history of such behaviour, and none since.

Dude, not everyone wants to date. I have been in an abusive relationship and since it's my business only, I won't go into it. And you tell people, especially those with autism, to suck it up and be more social!? F*CK. YOU.

I guess I didn't make it clear; I don't want a f*cking boyfriend right now! Honestly, being divorced was the best thing that happened to me, and I was able to reconnect with friends and family members. Just because you turned your life around, it doesn't mean you can force others to be what they are not. JUST LET ME BE A HAPPY INTROVERT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!

I miss falling in love but not just with anybody. That was the first time I ever felt wanted but I guess you realized I wasn't what you wanted. Every holiday my mind wanders into a nostalgic trance. Idk, you made me feel like I was on the right planet.

To my 3rd grade teacher:
Something about you has haunted me. When I first came here, I was clueless, unaware of what I was getting into. You made me do a test on the first day that I understood nothing on. I was super nervous. I don't remember why, but you yelled at me when I turned the test in, and said that you just told us not to turn it in. You made me cry in the front of the whole class on my very first day, and shocked, I denied everything you did.
I felt like I was the only one who cared. Everyone else didn't care when you took our pencils, the ones my mom paid a lot for just so I could recognize which ones were mine. You said you just "borrowed" them. I knew I was stolen from, and an alarm of anger and shock sounded in my brain. You also stole my scissors.
And that was just the first day. Shocked and stuck inside myself, I laughed it off and acted like everything was okay.
The day when I called out your BS. I thought it was unfair and wrong, from the very beginning, that you announced everyone's "reading levels" to the whole class, and told us that we could only pick books from our "grade level". I don't know if anyone else cared, but it seemed strange to me, and now angering. First of all, why were you so determined to classify us based on your first impressions, and act like we could only read certain books? People should be able to read what they enjoy. I often read "below my level" (I'm talking children's books, when I should be reading Shakespeare according to tests) because I enjoy reading them, and they are much more relatable and sometimes funny. (And I can actually understand the words, that's a bonus) Anyways, I thought it was wrong to tell us how "smart we were" to the whole class. That also made little me feel like I had to compete to be the smartest, and I'm sure everyone else felt the same. That's when, according to records, I asked you why I was being forced to read with the dumb kids. Now, older me wouldn't say that directly to your face, to not be a jerk, but back then my true personality still was there, and I didn't give a s**t what you thought. Apparently, I was the first kid to "figure out your system" (orange meant easy, blue meant intermediate, and green meant advanced). It all started when first, due to your narrow interpretations of the class you had given to me, I knew who was "dumb and smart". I also knew naturally, by how they behaved and my natural ability to recognize things in people. For some reason, they had "Lexile range" on the back of the books in fine text. Analyzing this, with all my evidence, I knew 100% for sure what was going on, and I wished to be put in the advanced group. You told my mom about this, and she didn't think it was all that genius that I had figured it out. It was quite obvious. She said that I was probably the first to not be scared to say it out loud.

Sorry if that seemed mean. I just had to put this somewhere. -"Cora"

I hope you're doing well and it's all been going fine. I miss and think of you a lot, but I'm sure you know that. I'm sorry for ruining things. The care and love will always be there, and I'm sure you know that too.

D

Dear you (Not my parents),

Stop monitoring my posts now. You are being creepy. Back off.

Please leave me alone now. I mean it.

i have a fairly confident feeling that things are working out for you on the other side, and i'd be damned glad if only i could get a better picture of that.