Dear Anonymous,
I doubt you'll ever read this, and even if you do I doubt you'll even know it's meant for you.
It's nothing out of curiosity. It's to do with me and I deserve to know the reason. if you'd only say it's stress, I'd understand and stay a safe distance. But you act like it's something that would be better if I wouldn't know, like the right message never gets there. I'm no good in figuring things stated indirectly, so if you'd told me right in the face, hurled it at me, I'd have felt better than I'm feeling now. I'm feeling tortured. Frustrated. Abandoned.
Somewhere in the back of my mind lurks the perfect word, but I dare not think it.
I guess I'm not significant anymore, and that you wouldnt bother if I signed my name or not.