INTROSPECTION

Fragmented

Dear little girl,

I just keep thinking about writing to you; you are unhappy nowadays. Oh, who can feel it better than me? I wrote a couple of letters but all of them graced the dustbin. There’s no need to inquire about your health; I know you are starving yourself on purpose. And, ah your purpose...

I am not away. I am with you, my love, as I  always have been.

P.S I hate you for hating me

Yours truly,

You know who

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My cute lil popsicle,

Let me be frank to you, my dear one, whatever you are trying to do its outcomes will be drastic. Perhaps mortido is driving you nowadays. Why don’t you just think of me and start life afresh. Don’t you love me? I don’t feel good. Oh, how can I?

P.S I crave for your love

Yours only,

You know who

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My dearest,  

I can’t keep a grudge on you; my complain box is filling up with complaints of your negligence. Most of them convey that you are being irresponsive and careless. Oh dearie, there is a difference between being careless and carefree. You used to be carefree but I cannot tolerate this carelessness. Ever since daddy left, you no longer care about me. I am, to you, a stranger. You behave as if I am not there. We live in the same house yet you make me feel as if I am an outsider. I want you to feel me the way you used to. I want us to be entangled into the union we used to have, one that I enjoyed all these years.

P.S I love you

Yours closest,

You know who         

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My love,

Is this what you can give me after all these years? I know love with reciprocations is not love but I only ask you to give me little bit of attention and care. Is my frustration unjust? Why do you punish me? I admit that its one of the toughest phase of your life but life goes on, my dearie. You are going to lose me too if you continue like this.

P.S It’s a warning

Yours sincerely,

You know who

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Dear no longer ‘dear’ girl,

You are not doing well at all. So there is no need to ask you how you are doing blah blah blah. You starve yourself and all this is killing me. I adored you all these years and you behave as if we don’t belong to each other. Don’t worry I will stop supporting you and I will no longer help you with anything. If you can hurt me, I can leave you, it’s as simple as that. I don’t care if you die.

P.S I don’t care anymore too

Not yours at all

You know who

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It was July 23rd when it was reported to the police that the girl residing in the apartment on sixth floor near Elm Street was missing. According to the neighbours, the lively lady was last seen four days ago. She had probably come back from some party. The police discovered a ‘wasted’ figure insides resting by the bedside. Her longtime colleague at Advanced Research Institute told investigator Aaron that her friend was suffering from anorexia nervosa. An envelope was recovered from the chest of drawers in her dingy two room apartment and it was addressed ‘To me’.