Dear norwegian wood
You make my life miserable. You call me fat, ugly, and overdramatic. And worse of all, I call you a friend. Except friends aren\'t supposed to send each other to their lowest point in life. Every day i curl up under my bed and sob. Every day I feel myself detaching from reality, a bit more every day. And I know eventually, i will detach from
Reality
You drive my friends away because you want me all to yourself. My bruises that you give me ache every day. You send me mixed messages. One day you are bubbly and kind! And then you call me a disgrace. Every day I\'m trying to handle everything by going in a
Downward
Spiral
But don\'t worry, because one day, you will be a l o n e, because this bird will have flown. Isn\'t that good, norwegian wood?
-The bird