Yours Truly

Jenny tore her eyes away from the window, it was distracting her. The music blasting in her ears was not.

She picked her pen and found a blank piece of paper, so she could begin the next letter.

Dear Danielle
You know I'm still angry at you. You barely even cared about our friendship. You criticized me a lot because I was myself. An apology wouldn't kill you. Apparently it's my fault though, for your mistakes. I may have been a bit too harsh in some ways and I'm sorry for that. We're not friends anymore and it's both our faults, mine because I stopped talking to you. I gave you a load of chances, you changed Danielle.

Go back to your old self, and then we can talk. Have a nice life.

Yours truly
Jenny

Jenny sighed to herself. "I'm terrible" she whispered, placing the pen down gently.