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Dear Society, I want a divorce

Miscellaneous By: TheWildOne
Editorial and opinion



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Submitted:Apr 26, 2011    Reads: 53    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Dear Society,

I want a divorce.

We've had good times, and we've had bad. But I can't take your double standards anymore, nor your jealousy and malice. You are the embodiment of the seven deadly sins. And you drive me mad.

I guess that I am partly to blame though, I'm sorry that I just don't reach your level. But does anyone?

You criticise the most beautiful people on their appearance. You pick them to pieces, and laugh when they fall apart. "Just goes to show that we're all human," you say. But I don't know if you are.

You read all the glossy magazines and believe every word they say. On one page there's a story about a man who leaves a woman because her breasts aren't quite large enough, almost there but just not in his taste. On another there is a step-by-step guide on how to beautify yourself, and on the last is the feature, "Confidence is the sexiest thing about a woman!" You spend hours reading this crap, when all they do is shatter your self-worth and then add injury to insult. They torment you, and depress you, and it only makes you more spiteful and dull.

I miss you, the real you. But you've gone now, lost yourself to peer pressure.

It's true we laugh, we have fun. But you always ruin it. "Don't be silly." "You look like a fool!" "Be more dignified."

You expect me to be responsible, but you don't give me the freedom to be. You tell me to grow up, but then turn around and yell "Act your age!"

You're the evil step-mother, and the little sister from hell. I appreciate you, but you drive me insane! I could love you, if you let me. But you keep me at arms distance, close enough to touch, too far to embrace.

You're a great player of mind games. You know just how to mess with my head. You tell me I'm perfect the way I am. But tomorrow is a different story. Tomorrow is always a different story.

I could go on, my love. But I don't want to break your heart as much as you've broken mine. I pray you'll find someone else, someone that'll adore you as much as I've tried to, someone that you'll appreciate as much as I've wished you'd appreciate me.

I don't want to say this is impossible…
… if you learn what people are worth, maybe it isn't.

And now it's time to say 'good-bye', and 'I'm sorry'.
I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to change you,


and I'm sorry that I tried.

And I'm sorry I couldn't say this in person.

Yours sincerely,
A.Non






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