But yes, to answer your question, that lyric you sent me last time sounds great. Of course he whines! How is this a surprise? And he’ll redeem himself. You understand? He’s young, impulsive, and he’s related to Anakin and Luke Skywalker. So just to set the record straight from our last argument, Kylo Ren is NOT a baby. Not sure when I turned into such an idiot, but I’m glad you put up with it. I just had a Facebook break, so I feel better now. I go back and finish the last part, already knowing how the letter ends but loving her attitude and the way she makes me smile. How can she say so little and yet so much?

That line really hit me the first time I read this letter a couple years ago. When she removes her make-up, taking off her brave face for the day… I stare at her words again, running over the sentence in my head. Why can’t I be the invisible bass player no one cares about? The guys are no doubt wondering where the hell I am, and it’s still a twenty-minute drive to the warehouse. My phone buzzes from the center console of my truck, and I look away from Ryen’s letter to see another text roll in. Narcissists don’t have insecurities, right? When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn’t have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there’s no one else to play with? I know it’s pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you’ll say it’s better to stand alone and be right than stand in a crowd and be wrong, but. No one cares.Īre they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren’t there, messing up their view?Īre they just wishing you’d get the hint already and leave? To feel like you’re at a party you weren’t invited to. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don’t want you there. It’s just that…given all of her detestable attributes, she’s never alone.

Mean, cavalier, superficial… The kind who doesn’t have a thought stay in her head too long or else she needs a nap, right? I’ve always been fascinated with her, though.Īnd don’t roll your eyes at me. Cheerleader, popular, gets everything she wants… I hate to admit this, especially to you, but a long time ago I wanted to be her.

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