I Hate Everyone But You

by Gaby Dunn

I feel like I have already done enough self-growth for one person.

Writing long emails is my version of cathartic screaming.)

No one is going to care that I published a few articles for a college paper. I need titles and upward mobility.

I don’t know why I said “oh, boy.” Never said it before. Going to try to never say it again.

I hate that I care. No one who writes awful comments to strangers is a nice, normal person, but the mere fact that so many people out there hate me is upsetting. I guess that’s inevitable when you create things, but it doesn’t make the reality of it any easier.

Why do people feel the need to “talk” and “communicate?” Can’t we all just go about living our best lives and eating whatever we want?

(I would prefer to not care at all about anything ever),

You can’t stop being friends with someone because she’s depressed! ESPECIALLY if you’re a writer. How would you keep any of your friends?

I have no concept of other people’s perceptions of me. Does everyone else find me intolerable? Do YOU find me this intolerable?

Sleep it off. It will all seem better in the late afternoon.

Everyone always talks about the effort you have to put into a romantic relationship or a marriage, but why would a friendship be any different?

You are so brave and so strong that sometimes I forget someone like me can hurt you.