To my closest and dearest, my sole survivor of a friend.

This letter is not directed at or for you, however you will be the one to read and ponder over it. The one to whom this is aimed at, may also read it at some point in the future. This is, of course, if I gather the courage and courtesy to keep this person anonymous and post this letter on a public forum. For now, it is only you who I shall be sharing it with. I know you can keep my secrets secret, for there is no one of notable status for you to share them with. Be assured though, I am only using you to vent my anger, and the action will be welcomed when reciprocated, so don’t hesitate to contact me. I’ve always been there for you, and whether I appreciate it or not, you’ve always been there for me.

So now, in my long and weary journey, I come to another fork in my road. I look into the air, the sunlight blinding my eyes, until I shade them with my hand and regain my focus. As the world snaps back into view, I notice two signs at the crossing. One is pointing towards the left road, and reads on a woodworm-eaten background, “Where you want to go”. This seems a fair offer, and I step in the direction of the arrow shaped notice, when another sign, slightly higher on the pole, catches my eye. This sign points to the right-hand side road and reads, “Where you ought to go”. I step back to my original position, and I realise my journey’s problem has been identified. So, my horrible friend, which road would you set out on?

I suppose I better clarify the source of this problem. Compared to some people, this may seem ridiculously childish, and that it is. I have no need to lie to you, so I won’t deny that I want to spite this person to some degree. The small unintentional jabs they’ve made at my pride and self-esteem have hurt me in ways that really shouldn’t have been necessary or possible, and for this, I regret to say, I want to show them the intensity of that pain. In the upcoming passage and attached documents I have an idea, and it is only an idea, but let’s not forget who’s making it.

The direct causes of this pain can be traced to short comments and actions, such as a casual snarky jibe about my weight, or a sudden detraction of a privilege they gave me, what seems like a long time ago, as their friend. The worst of all is when you realise that this person is not your friend any more, and they have sucked you dry of all you have, in a feeble attempt to drain you of your self-righteousness. I won’t break down though, and I refuse to become what I hate.  

This friend, which I now have identified as my enemy, has snatched the thing I loved from under my eyes and taken it for their own, with no consideration of my emotions. Their fabricated version of what they believe to be the truth still haunts me in my broken record-player of a mind, repeating itself until I have to smash it to keep it quiet. I’m just glad I have you there to gather up the pieces and solder them together, for you see, that record-player is the one thing that honestly, if somewhat selfishly, matters to me. It is irreplaceable and priceless, and it is only you who I wish to share it with.

And this is why, my sole ally, I have chosen you to verify my plans. I have formulated this spiteful idea to carry out, and of course I need your help. I wouldn’t be writing this if you hadn’t have been watching out for me all these years, picking me up whenever I trip and assisting me on all my chores. For that, I thank you dearly, and I regret to have to call on you again, but this is urgent. I caved in at my time of weakness and chose the path labelled “Where you want to go”.

Please read the attached diagrams for details on what I plan to carry out, then write back, telling me of any improvements you would wish to make. I hope I can count on you once more.

Forever yours to forever mine.