The letter I wrote.

[amigone2515]

Brenna.

I have had enough. And so, I will do as you wish. I will die, but not by the conditions you outlined.

See, the things you say hurt. You say I am useless, and that my career will go nowhere. You say that no body loves me, and that what I do is a waste of time. That is false, like your accusations to me this are. My career is one that works with people from all walks of life. Hurt, sick, diseased. We will do our best to help them live and die with dignity.

So, I will not die as you ask. I will not live alone, loveless, sad, or scared. See, you may not understand me and the way I choose to live (without a guy off my arm, or "wanting me" as you say) or you may not understand why I am choosing a selfless low-paying career. IT's called passion. I hope someday that you will feel the same calling, and find something that you truly want to do.

Don't worry about replying, I don't want to hear it. We both said hateful things, but wishing death upon me, it will take a while for me to forgive that.

Best of luck,

Chandra.

Comments

[bunkiesgirl.livejournal.com]

God, what a skanky bitch she is. Whatever happened to those evil men you could sell younger siblings to?

[safti]

Wow. That's awesome. I have a great deal of respect for you. I mean, I did before, but this seemed like a good time to mention it.

[jaded-midnight.livejournal.com]

You're absolutely right Chandra. You don't, nor will you ever, deserve to be treated like this... this... I don't even think there is a proper word for her. A discriminatory, hateful, abhorrent, belligerent child. And that is me being extremely nice and not dropping to her level of "I'll use naughty words to make you feel bad".

Can ya tell this pissed me off a bit?

[keoki.livejournal.com]

I [hart] Chandra