Letters I'd Never Send

 Every one has those little thoughts in the back of their minds, right? The ones that say, "Hey, you really need to get this off of your chest." 

Dear bon appetit staff,

That day my boyfriend was choking, and all 10 to 15 of you just sat there as I continued to point to him and beg for your help, and you guys just laughed. Laughed as if we were putting on some sort of sick show. My boyfriend, in the background, gasping for air, gurgling, making strange noises. Oxygen swallowing in his mouth, but has no choice but to come back out to me. His throat completely blocked. His face turning red. Him clutching his throat. No air.

You guys just sat at that table, stared at us and laughed for the thirty plus seconds he was choking. I will never forget that. I want you to know that you guys are incredibly malicious and sick to me. And, I know yall don't speak english, and yall are probably immigrants working at my school.

The universal sign for choking is someone clutching their throats, and you guys probably knew that. But, you laughed. 

I am not racist at all, and I have no problems with people in America who can't speak English. But, for your group, I want to tell yall to fucking learn english. I want to tell yall how scared I was to watch my boyfriend choke, and then watch yall sit there and laugh as I begged like a child for someone to help him.

Fuck you, bitches.

Love,

Blake.

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Dear Blake,

When are you going to start being true to yourself?

Love,

Blake.

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Dear ex-boyfriend,

I remember how you use to drop flowers off at my front door while you were on lunch break. I remember that you came to visit me my senior year of high school when you had other things you should've been doing. I remember when you asked me to prom. 

I also remember how you made me feel. You saved me from someone who was ruining my life. And for that, I have to say thanks.

But, you are immature. You are too scared, and I think it's because of the girl who was before me. If you told me what you had problems with, instead of keeping them to yourself, I would have been able to fix them. Like, how you didn't like I was always on my phone. You never said anything about it, until it was too late. 

Maybe you should grow some balls and stand up for yourself.

-blake