Things have changed between us. It isn't me, I think it is you. You promised me that you were going to be better, cleverer, kinder. I love that you let me use labels now, and I do think that is kind of cool.
But you don't always let me show my photos, and putting links into my posts is becoming a nightmare. You are so moody - sometimes I can, and sometimes I can't. Sometimes I can just hit enter twice and know that my paragraphs will be recognised, and sometimes I have to use html.
My friends don't talk to me anymore - I have all these friends called anonymous now - they sign their names as my friends, but you just don't let them identify themselves up front. You don't let me talk to my friends either - I go to visit them at their place and you don't let me talk at all, or you make me say my name three times before I can. Would it help if I tapped my feet together at the same time?
When I come to visit you, you never remember who I am. Every time I come by, you ask me my name, and offer to remember me. I ask you to remember me, I even tick the box that leaves you a note, and you never do. I just don't feel special anymore.
I know that you can work through your issues, so that we can go back to the way we were, but better, cleverer, kinder. I just wonder when?
Yours hopefully,
thisisme
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Bloody Blogger. Can you copy that letter and I'll sign it too?
Regards,
your anonymous friend Jelly
I KNOW! I took it personally too! Stupid blogger hurt my feelings.
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