letters to the editor.

i hate that sometimes you look at me like i'm the scum of the earth. like it's somehow my fault for being born. like you have some deep seated hatred for me. but you never say anything about it at all. i'm supposed to guess how i'm making you feel. and then there are other times, when you play nice. but only because you want something. i'm sick of these games that we play. i'm tired of feeling like i'm not good enough for you. maybe you should've used a condom.