For a long time, I didn’t write. I internalised everything, keeping my deepest feelings under lock and key, desperately pleading them to go away.

Nobody tells you that they never will.

All the anger I held onto - from anything from breakups to teachers’ comments on assignments to feeling excluded by my peers - festered, somewhere. And now that I am writing again, everything from the past ten years is flooding back to the surface, pleading to be felt, to be listened to, to be said.

There is so much I want to say to everyone who hurt me, supported me, or interacted with me in any impactful way. But ten years on, too much time has passed, too much water has passed under the metaphorical bridge, for me to ever have an opportunity to say anything.

So, here are my letters to those people - anonymous, of course.