Dear Washed Out,

I was actually battling whether to use your name but decided against it, coz unlike you, I am a decent human being who is living the life I want and love and have no hang-ups and emotional baggage that weigh me down. I am genuinely happy for other people's good fortune and successes and unlike you, have no  bitter or ill feelings towards anyone -- friend or not. I know I shouldn't resort to having to dry out your filthy linen out for the public like this, but you have left me this only choice and I can only take thismuch.

But nevertheless, I know who you are, my friends (some of which you probably think are your friends too) and you might have an idea this is all about you. And look, I couldn’t even care less.

Anyway, I just had to get this off my chest because I feel like since everything in my life is changing the way I want it to, I deem it best to just get rid of the excess baggage that is you and your shitload of drama. I didn’t make any New Year’s resolution but I did think about traveling light this year.

I will never fully understand what your beef with me is all about but you know, I am on to you and all the nasty things you’ve been saying about me. I am not angry nor upset because you were never my friend thus you don’t even register as a blip on my radar. But you know, I actually pity you. Pity is not even the word for it. But whatever that word is, I feel that for you. It’s funny how I knew you all along. Funnier too that you think you’ve known me all along when in fact, I didn’t even bother with you. I might have been forced by circumstances to pay you mind but had it been just me, I wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with you. Thankfully now, I don't even have to.

Now, let me just say that despite the things you’ve been saying about me, you’re not the meanest person in the world – don’t give yourself too much credit. Actually, you’re just pathetic and insecure. And I am serious about the “just”. I am just glad, on so many, many levels that I am not you. So I actually understand how horrible it must be being trapped inside the life you have, which makes me more thankful of the life I enjoy so much.

Beautiful daughter, a wonderful family, beautiful friends who are with me through thick and thin (literally, figuratively), amazing people I work with, a job (which I actually love more now, no thanks to you) that lets me enjoy life more. Oh and the freedom to be with whomever I wish to be without the guilt trip and sin. Truly, in my world, love doesn’t cost a thing.

Am I hitting where it hurts? Oh good. I meant that. I guess I can play your game too. I’ve never been one to wear belts but you always seemed to hit right below them. Too bad for you, I hit pretty damn good too. You and your tacky belts. Oh, don’t let me get started on your fashion sense.

I didn’t want this letter to go on and on. I just actually wanted to say, “Shut up, bitch!”  But then again, you are not even worthy of that term “bitch”, it’s too above you so it’s hard to be clever about it and all coz I can’t come up with a derogatory word that would suit you best. Oh well, I won’t even bother anymore.

I just hope you learn to be sincerely happy for other people. I know it’s hard to do that when you can’t even be happy for yourself. But you know what? Perhaps you can just mind your own business and that should start from there. And should there ever be something negative about me you want to say yet again just remember, karma’s a bitch. Now, that is definitely deserving of such.

Despite all these, I wish you well, whatever that is.

Sincerely,

Me