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Dear Brandon,
I hate you. I mean those three letters with passion. I've had a crush on you since elementary school. It seemed that I could never get your attention. Every single day when I said hi to you, you get my name wrong every single time. My name is not Stacy, Bella, or Sarah! It's S-T-E-L-L-A, Stella. Every girl in school was putty in your hands. You flirt with every one of them except for me. I asked why didn't you give me as much attention and you replied to me by calling me ugly and weird. I hurt but I still wanted to be your only girl.
I hate you. When middle school came, you became more arrogant. Almost three times as many girls liked you yet you treated them like dirt. I thought I had a chance with being your girlfriend once I got my braces off. My face was much more prettier but you still called me weird and said nobody liked me. I run to the bathroom and cry everytime I see you with another girl. You still didn't remember my name but you cheat off of my homework. You were a jerk but I still wanted to be your only girl.
I hate you. In highschool you were the jock a.k.a full time player. All girls still wanted you and all guys wanted to be you. This year I grew boobs and wore sluttier clothing. THIS finally got your attention. Once you asked me out I was thrilled! I was the most happiest girl in the world. Everytime I call you said you were busy then I thought that was fine because guys like you were busy. Hell yeah you were. Does the name Olivia ring a bell? If it doesn't then why did SHE had to tell me that you had sex with her? I was heartboken because I thought you needed more action from me.
I hate you so much. You took away my virginity. I was stupid enough to let you. Ever since then I couldn't stop thinking about you because you were still inside of me. You were connected to me! Yet you still go behind my back and sleep with other girls. I made a very stupid mistake to ever go out with jerks like you. Remember that bruise on my face that you left me? Once I tried breaking up with you hit me across the face. No one has ever touched me in that manner. I cry in my room every night thinking about you. Not even in a good way either. That fantasy of us being together was suddenly gone. Yet, I still wanted to be your only girl.
I hate you so god damn much. You hurt me emotionally and physically. You wanted sex yet I didn't. You raped me Brandon. Is your head too thick to know what that means? I haven't told anyone...yet. I've never threatened to tell because I was still afraid that you would hit me. I haven't moved from my bed in months because of you. You never checked on me to see if I was okay or alive. Why bother going out with me? Those other girls...can have you.
Brandon, I've moved to Carolina to start a new life. All those memories in Florida won't matter to me anymore. I'm happy here, I've made a lot of friends, and I am currently dating someone else. The reason why I wrote you this letter is because I wanted my first crush and boyfriend to know I am living a way better life without you. As much as it hurts to say but I hope best wishes come for you soon.
-Stella
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