It’s Over

You little BITCH! You used to be my friend. You used to hug me and tell me I was pretty. And now – just because I’ve changed a little bit – every time you come near me, you hurt my feelings. I can’t believe I ever let you so close to me. You are so fake. And I knew that all along, really. Yes, I knew; I knew what you were made of. I just didn’t say anything. I pretended not to notice because you were always so kind to me. But now . . . well, I see how you really are. As soon as I don’t fit YOUR idea of perfection, you just fly all out of shape! Oh, but you went right on staying in the space I provided for you, didn’t you? Just sat right there and didn’t say a word and then one day I need something from you and what do I get? Heartbreak. I see how it really is now. I hope you’ll be happy with whatever little bimbo you end up with next. I’m sure she’ll pick you up at some cheap dive and say “Ooh so cuuuute!” and take you home with her. Well good luck to you both. I’m through with you! It’s ok though. Cotton still loves me. (letter to Spandex)

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About dahnajeen

I'm Donna Jean Hunter. My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Patterson told me I was a great writer and would be an author when I grew up. She always had me read my stories to the class, and even took me around to the other classrooms to have me read to them. I'm pretty sure the other kids all hated me that year. I don't care though. I love Mrs. Patterson. Of course she did not know then about the Internet and blogging and how much of what people read would no longer be on paper when I grew up. I have had a few things published in a college literary journal, and once, for a few weeks--until it threatened to kill me with boredom and I quit--I actually received pay for working as a technical writer. But so far, I have not been able to say that I'm a writer in the sense that it is what I do for a living. I still sort of dream of that happening one day. But in the meantime, I teach high school English, and can't stop being a writer whether anyone reads it or not. I hope someone enjoys some of it.
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