Dear Alex,


My last letter didn't do justice to the hurt 당신 did. Not even slightly.


For days, I would lock myself in the bathroom at lunch, and be afraid of the teasing I was subject to when I came out. Your 프렌즈 were all idiots, 당신 know that? Stealing your phone, texting me and making me feel like I had a chance.

In our last argument, 당신 told me I lie too much. Yeah right. Everybody lies. Even you.

At one point, the pain built up, and I just had to let it pour. I hid in my room, just crying and wishing I had aimed my affection at my schoolwork, not some jerk who ruined my life.

Then, 당신 started looking at me. Occasionally, I would catch
glimpses of your eyes, blazing into my back. Like when we went to see that that theatre production. 당신 and your 프렌즈 would stare at me. Was it because I was wearing make up and looked different? Was it the fact that my red undershirts stood out against the black of my top? Was it the fact that I had my hair down? Was it because my 셔츠 had almost no back to it?

When we were swimming, 당신 were waiting at the gate and shot a look at me. I may have been sopping wet, but 당신 looked at me. I caught that look, and a flash of ice blue blinded me.

Well, now it's over, 당신 douchebag. 당신 로스트 the only girl who would actually care about you, and not just use 당신 for popularity. 당신 로스트 me.

I was the only Australian girl 당신 hadn't dated in the entire class. What was your aim? To try and destroy everyone?

Now, I daydream about me rejecting you, and showing off my strong side, the side that isn't just for anyone to mold. I can be the 퀸 that's inside of me.

And yeah, dye your hair ginger, and get and English accent. I only 날짜 gingers.

From,

The girl 당신 almost had,
Claire