Dear Talia,
So we have been friends for years. I've always enjoyed your company--well, usually. You have always been the overachiever who had everything that I didn't. You have top grades, get into the best choirs, have the greatest relationship with your parents and you are always so damn nice to people who don't deserve it. I know you've had your insecurities but those insecurities should not cause you to want to be the master of the universe.
See, I don't get the best grades. I'm not dumb but I've never been academically gifted. I can't sing worth a damn, even though I always wished I could because everyone loves a girl who could sing. My relationship with my mom is less than satisfactory. I'm nice but not so nice where the people who don't deserve my kindness reap the benefits those who deserve it. There is a dividing line there, as there is one between everything about us.
TSYG and NFTY has always been my thing. It's been a stress reliever and has made me feel like a person that could be looked up to. TSYG board was my life. It kept me happy and strong when life was shitty. I breathed it in like air. It was the one thing I had above you, and though I never saw it as a heirarchy, it honestly was the good thing I could excel at more than you could. Or so I thought. You see, this past Sunday was Board elections for the 2009-2010 year. You against me. Inexperienced against experienced. I had the dedication and the good speech. You had the waterworks and pitiful eyes. You won.
I was absolutely heartbroken. I cried the hardest I've cried since my dog died. You took my pride and joy away from me, all because of a pity win. And the reason why you wanted to be on Board so bad wasn't because you wanted the best for TSYG. No, it was a much more shallow reason. It was because you wanted to be LIKED. Well guess what honey, Board or not, everyone loved you. Perfect, sweet Talia who did nothing wrong and who never stepped on anyone's toes. Yet you wanted the sole thing I had to hold onto and you got it.
I wish I could look at you the same way after Sunday. But I really can't, at least not now. I'm working on getting over my self-pity but it's hard to see someone so unqualified completely ruin what I loved in such a greedy way.
I may be unjust in feeling this way, but I truly don't think I am.
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