I was touched by this, and thus wanted to share it.

Mallory said:

Dear Life,

I’m afraid I can’t be friends with you anymore. I’m afraid I wasn’t really made to live you. We just have too many differences, too many things we can’t see eye to eye on, and though I wish I were open-minded enough to accept you as you are and move on, I’m just not that way. I judge. And I’ve judged you unworthy of my time.

Do you know how many people you’ve led astray? I mean, there are all of these people running around with these grand ideas of what you’re all about, and they’re all so wrong and wasting their time. It makes me sick that you would lie to them like that. Someone needs to tell them: Life isn’t about girls, or being skinny, or sex, or taking crappy pictures of oneself from an angle and posting them on angsty teen journals. Life isn’t about counting calories or getting tan or hot guys or using bastardized English to communicate useless ideas. But you let these people run around thinking that’s what it’s all about.

So, I guess my main problem with you is that you’re a liar. And you’ve poisoned and polluted all of the people around me and there’s no original thought or common ground and it just makes me sick to stomach.

It’s in my best interest to escape you.

I will close my eyes, take some deep breaths, and float away from this foamy, fake reality. When I wake up, I’ll be somewhere else, somewhere you haven’t touched with your lying tentacles. And hopefully I’ll be able to shake off all of the silliness I’ve let seep through my own skin and leave it on the side of the road and be a person who can think BIG and WIDE and DEEP and not a person whos entire life revolves around having skinny arms or the perfect car.

Thanks.

-Mallory