I’m sorry you felt comfortable enough to speak disrespect on any of my family. I’m sorry you felt so entitled to carry lackluster conversation about people you obviously felt unknown animosity toward. The fact you felt so secure to bottle that wicked pain in your heart while intentionally spreading that sadness back for only jokes and giggles. The gift I present you with is a mirror. I apologize that you feel you’re a victim at your own pitty party. I apologize for ever making you envision your tasteless comments as comedy instead of tragic self reflection. I apologize for not speaking to you sooner about the exclusive issue your staff archived. I’m so sorry we didn’t turn our backs on you instead, loved and embraced your beautiful disguise. I wish you nothing but peace and love on your journey of self discovery. I really do hope you grow to be happy as you pretend to be.

Dear Reader,

They say that blood is thicker than water, but so is my kindness.

X,-A