Dear Emily,
Soooo… ummm… happy birthday, I guess.
It’s wild to write that, because the truth is I hate you. I always will. And that’s coming from someone who used to forgive people who didn’t even deserve it. I used to take my ex back like it was a sport. But what you did? No. That’s the line I’ll never cross again.
I hope you have a great birthday. Really, I do. I hope you’re surrounded by people who can’t see how cruel you are. By people who only know the soft, edited version of you. The one who smiles. The one who plays innocent. The one who never shows the damage she causes.
I hope you’re happy. I hope you do great things. I hope your life turns out beautifully. Because mine is finally starting to, now that you’re not in it.I hope you get everything you want in life. Happiness, success, peace. All of it.
It’s crazy to think one of my first posts ever was wishing you a happy 16th birthday. I used to write about the things we did together. I used to think we were close. Now I regret ever letting you near me. I regret trusting you. I regret calling you my sister.
So happy 25th, Emily.
From your ex‑sister.
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