Dear You,
Look, I get that obviously I've done some horrible shite in the past, but can't you give me a break? Seriously, I'm begging on my knees. I'll give up meat, I'll turn in my computer, I'll burn my face with an iron, shave off all my hair and become a monk if it'll make it all stop! Please, I'm sick of getting beat up and yelled at. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of having a headache over some stupid concussion that healed months ago but starts hurting whenever someone yanks my hair. I just want to be alone. I mean, I don't wanna be alone, but alone with myself is better than alone with these damn voices and this damn woman who doesn't even effing care I'm nuts and this damn need for warm. At least you made my room cold. Makes more sense to feel alone in the cold that the warm.
I wish I could hate you, but that's counterproductive.
-Me
Dear Other You,
LEAVE ME ALONE. I do not enjoy your being here and wouldn't be at all sad if you dropped off the face of the planet. Now that I've said that, please don't kill me.
-Me Again
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I'm not mad, just terribly hurt.