You’ll notice I’m just going to call you J throughout this letter—that’s because I don’t want to be the person who outs you as the idiot who told one of the most stubborn girls in the world not to do something. It wasn’t smart, dude. You should have known that it would only motivate me, that I would let it fester until I decided to write this passive-aggressive letter to you and post it on the internet. Luckily for me (and you, really), you don’t frequent social media. It’s for the best.
Let me bring you back in time, J, back to when we sort of knew each other, back to when I let you into a little corner of my universe and you stomped all over my dreams.Read More »