Dear Mean Stranger,

I never really knew you. I never knew your life, or what you've been through, and you never knew me. But you insisted that my life was your business, making it your job to push my buttons. Why? I have no idea.

You used to get to me. You really made it hard to get your words out of my head, and for awhile, I didn't know how to deal with your unkind words. But, I didn't let that go on for long because you weren't worth the time.

You never were. How could I be that stupid? I'm laughing about it now as I write this. You weren't and aren't worth my energy, and I am happy to know that now.

You didn't know me, you never have and you pretended that you did. You liked it, you genuinely liked to put me down and beat me while I was down just for the "fun" of it.

Sometimes, I think it happened for a reason, and other times I just know I didn't provoke you, I never did anything but be nice and thoughtful towards you. But you couldn't reciprocate.

But I just have one thing to say to you now, I hope you're happy. I don't mean this in a sarcastic way, but in a way that I wish you the best. I hope that you found the happiness you were looking for and I hope that it was worth it. To me, you made me realize my self worth, and that I was worth more than what you decided to see.

Maybe one day I will see you again, and maybe you'll smile and say "hey," but maybe that's just too optimistic. I guess we will just have to see.

Until Then,

The Girl Who Outgrew Your Games