Dear D.U.
I know that at this point in time, you will not be able to read this, since the word ‘blog’ is not even existent in your vocabulary. Your laugh box is extinguished because I think you rarely have even a little bit of humor in you. You are like Squidward to my Spongebob, the stepmother to my Cinderella, the queen of hearts to my Alice in Wonderland, and Ms. Minchin to my Sarah. You come in many names, but your guise is one and the same.
You come to us with your cold stare, with one look you could turn everyone into a block of ice, while in the sound of your footsteps, every being cowers, and the others collapse.
Well, let me tell you now, D.U., that you have hurt some people. They’re not telling you that you have hurt them, for fear that nothing can be done anyway if […]

From Anne