Dear You,

That hurt. That really fucking hurt. You said I was fucked up? Well what about you?! At least I'm trying to stop. You can't the say the same thing about yourself. And at least I care about my friends and want to help them. All you care about is... Well nothing, actually. You don't care about anything. You reach out and and try to tell yourself you care about your grades and weight and other crap, but the truth is, you don't care about anything. And you say I'm the one who's fucked up?
Honestly, you need help. You seriously do. Because I'm fucking getting sick of all this crap and getting blamed for it.

And I am NOT fucked up.

Sincerely,
Me