-

Hello Stacey, you know me right? this is the whats so called open letter to you. I know you read this even though I'm still typing and you know what comes in my mind. Every word I said, for exact.

I want to be friends. I'm tired for fighting. You are my closest frenemy. I'm honestly tired of what you do with the real me. You couldn't take over me just like that. We could work it out somehow. My teenage year is a living hell already but please can you not be the one who star the fire? I lost myself sometimes because of you. Sometimes I woke up being like you, Stacey, for 3 years. You go mad over someone and sometimes you sit right back in the corner of my room crying out loud. I can't help that. I wish I could Stacey, believe me.

But yes I know, other that than, you help me through the phase, through the struggling I've had. You create such a deep dark version of me, while the real me create a neon light version of me, the real me.

With this post, I hope that we could go further more. Become one self, not teared apart.

With love,

Nanda.