if you can't leave it be, you might as well make it bleed

Dear Chels,

You’ve done it for the last time. No more using me. No more me being the perfect friend.

This is what you do. You bring up things from the past that I did to you to make me feel like shit. And apparently it works. But I’m there for you. I’m the shoulder you cry on. Not anymore.

I think your worst fear is losing someone who wouldn’t come back. Lana wouldn’t come back because she can’t take your shit anymore. So if you lost her, you’d never have her again. If you lost me, I’d probably run back to you. That’s how I am, I’m stuck to you.

This time, I can’t do it, Chelsea. I don’t know who you are anymore.

And you run away from things. From your problems. Hanging up the phone while someone is talking is one example, but even more than that, cutting is not an escape.

No matter who says that, or how many people. CUTTING IS NOT AN ESCAPE!!! It’s so simple. If it was an escape, there wouldn’t be scars that are there to remind you of the problem you had in the first place. I think that you know this, but you still want attention. That’s why you’re always going around showing people the shit that you did, and you flaunt it.

The truth is, I don’t care anymore. You aren’t the reason I’m staying in Kansas. I don’t care about what you do, because caring does nothing. I’ve realized this. You try to act apathetic toward everything, but you aren’t. You care about things people say to you or about you and you CARE that your friends are leaving you behind for better and more appreciative things.

Get help, Chelsea, for all of your problems. Stop running from them, treat people like people, and stop pretending you don’t care.

Miranda Jade Hadden

(Mood: Fucking Pissed)