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Dear Mail Carrier,
I respect your job and the responsibilities that come with it. I just wish that you could pick and choose which letters to deliver. My mailbox has been the same so it’s not hard to find me. I’m not attracted to shiny things so the fancy boxes will never blind me. I’ve learned that the exterior never really reflects what is on the inside. Just a bunch of bells and whistles to disguise the sloppy lies. I waited so long to tear this particular letter open. I was hoping that the sender made a mistake and was just joking. Boy, was I wrong. As I made my way down the page, yet again, it was the same sad song. How many times can you plead the same case? How many times can you say one thing and do another to my face? I invested in you to make for a better us but somehow you proved to be much more of a liability. These assets behind me seem to be working out perfectly fine without the stresses of trying to make someone realize their blessings. I’m not sure how you’d want me to act “normal” or with much civility. It was YOU who forced this within change in ME. You made a peaceful mind state become so angry. Angry for the love that once made me smile. Angry about the soft words that are now nothing short of volatile. For some reason, you seem to think that you can never do any wrong. Yet you are steady fucking up something good for something that’s already gone. Don’t be mad when I move on. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t come around and then disappear for days. You can’t honestly think that you’re the best thing that ever came around. You voice your opinion and when it’s time to man up, you rarely make a sound. No excuses for the stupid shit that you continue to do. No one or nothing is ever on your mind other than you. I’ve been fighting for this for as long as I can remember. I’ve been beating myself internally until my heart became tender. I thought you were a winner. The best part about it all was working on myself. So ultimately I have to thank you for the help. No, I don’t hate you and there’s no longer any resentment. I’m just grateful for the chance to shorten my sentence. I wanted to hold on but there’s no way of justifying another surrender. So I’ll reseal this letter and ask that it please be returned back to its sender.