Dear Adrian, the boy who single-handedly led the entire sixth grade class in bullying me so that he could feel better about himself after his parents divorced and he was left in a broken and loveless household,
You are a terrible person. You obviously know exactly how much shit you put me through and you obviously don't care. I bet you don't even remember who I am. You have ruined my fucking life. Because of you I spent the majority of my middle school and a good portion of my high school life alone and friendless. It is your fault that for years I have been unable to speak up for the crippling fear that I will only be mocked and laughed at.
So what if I like silly online games? So what if I like cartoons? So what if I can
draw better than you? We could have been friends. You seemed like a nice enough person when you weren't constantly mocking me and showing off to your friends. Hell, maybe if things had been different we could have ended up dating or something. All things considered, you were a pretty good-looking guy. To bad you were always a petty, jealous, worthless child on the inside.
Fuck you. I am stronger than I was back then. I am stronger than most people out there. I am stronger than your idiot friends and your idiot brothers. I am stronger than the fucking sheeple in our class that you got to join in on picking on me. I am stronger than you. I have always been stronger than you. I just didn't realize it. I know now that I don't need your approval. I know now that you are a sad and worthless person.
I used to hope that I would be able to meet you again one day just so I could punch you in your stupid fucking face. But now I don't. You are not worth it. You are nothing. You will always be nothing. You are a worthless fucking human being and I hope that you are painfully aware of this. There is nothing worse than thinking that you mean nothing. I should know. You made me feel like that every single fucking day for a whole year. But I am done with that. Your opinions mean nothing. I know that you mean nothing to anyone. It has been obvious ever since I found out about what happened to you. Nothing to me, nothing to your old "friends", and nothing to your family.
You are going to die one day and nobody is going to care.And that is enough justice for me, you utterly worthless piece of trash.