Mailroom Garbage

Well, tomorrow is garbage day after all, so I might as well toss out the junk.

Among the junk, of course, is this “anonymous” note left on my last entry referring to the one previous.

Referring to the last entry. Maybe everyone has been scared off because we don’t like the person you’ve become.

Well you know what? You don’t like who I am, then go the hell away. I’m pretty sure, actually, that I’ve told you to go away before, since I have a pretty good idea what insignificant person would write something like that and be too much of a wimp to leave their name to it.

Maybe I don’t like what you became. Maybe that’s why I want nothing to do with you anymore, anyways.

You aren’t required to come here. I’d be happiest if I never saw anything relating to you ever again.. including your pitiful little anonymous notes.

You want me to give a damn? Then grow up and stand by your comments. Leave your name.

Or don’t write anything to me at all. I don’t feel like wasting my time with cowards.

Garbage man, special delivery for you this week!