kai is shit also they use to be known as kaylie this letter

I received this anonymous message on tumblr a few years ago and questioned a bunch of people. I found out it was alex and the  she and sawyer took to a keyboard fight.

this hurt me

"Good evening. Or morning, whenever you receive this. Perhaps you’ll see this in the afternoon.
It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken. A very long time.
You’ve changed. You constantly pity yourself and put yourself down but when somebody agrees, you get ridiculously angry and retaliate with sarcasm: ‘making me feel bad about myself is really something I need someone else to do too’ (that’s a direct quote, by the way).
When somebody tries to tell you you’re loved and beautiful, you insist you’re worthless.
I got the above example from your blog, of course, but you do it in real life, too. All the time. It’s pathetic.
But you already knew that.
You think you’re wonderfully clever. But then you also see yourself as stupid, ‘unintelligent’ (hey, another direct quote) and ‘bad at spelling and grammar’ (okay that one wasn’t so direct).
You select difficult subjects with the hopes of doing well in them. But then you give up, announce you’re terrible at them and don’t even try.
Perhaps you don’t even hope. Perhaps it’s all just an act.
I’m a little convinced it is; but then again it might not be. You might just be that confused and longing for acceptance that you pity yourself and expect pity yet when it’s handed to you on a silver platter you push it away because you’re ‘undeserving’. Then you pity yourself more.
Sounds like a vicious cycle.
Then again, I could be wrong. I don’t even know you any more, Kai. Who are you again?
Oh yes, that’s correct. You’re the girl who ruined my life.
I’m going to make a bet: you’ll read this and not even care. Throw it away as an angry person trying to make you feel worse about yourself. You might ask around, see if you can try and guess who I am.
Maybe you’ll already know my identity.
But you’ll pass it off as another one of those people that ‘try to put you down’ and ‘make you feel bad about yourself’. Be angry and defensive about it, as you always are. Then seek pity.
Or not.
Where was I going with this? I completely went off on a tangent there, making predictions and what-not, so very sorry.
My point is, Miss Allen, that you are a pushy, nosy, frustrating, self-righteous, whiny little brat. And that you’ve hurt me. Deeply.
You left scars that would never have appeared had you never tried to mess with my life.
You might not care by this point. Everything I’ve said before might have angered you enough to not give a flying pig about the fact that you hurt me (which is far more than fair) but maybe one day you’ll feel something akin to remorse for being the reason someone almost died.
The reason someone cut. The reason someone took pills. The reason someone tried to run away. I could go on but you understand my point, I’m sure.
I can only wish you luck in life, Kai. So here’s all the very best of luck as I bid you good day."