Dear little Missy,

You think you're so funny, don't you? You think you're so cool, with your 'jokes' and 'actions'. Guess what, you're not. Don't you know the effect of your actions on people? No, you don't, because it's all about the fun of it. And if the person tells you how it makes them feel, you'll stop. For a while. The next day, the cycle repeats, and I'm just forced to just go with it. Go with the flow, they say. And some other people are copying you, too. Because they think it's so cool to do so, and they change themselves so that you'd be 'friends' -- which you're not. Sometimes I wonder if you know the consequence of your actions.

But you're not that bad. You're sometimes nice, too. Sometimes. You're also funny. Sometimes. But sometime it's just plain goddamn hurtful. You just need some improvement. Badly. But how would you know? You don't even know that you're doing something wrong, and you're not one of those students that the teacher remembers negatively. You're not one of those that people scold, because in their eyes you're just normal. You act oh so nice around them but when they're away... And from now on, I'll start keeping my stuffs to myself, thank you very much.

I wrote a question here, but that would've released your identity real quick. And I may not be "top honor" smart, but I'm not stupid.

Love,

me