Dear Mr.Wrong

Im reading the Perks of Being a Wallflower. I was really enjoying it. It just mentioned Ohio. Now I hate it.

  I hate anything or anyone that mentions Ohio, or Michigan, or Maryland, ...or the military, or graphic design, drawing, tattoos, DJing, roast beef,  Kraft dinner, onions, pork chops, sandwiches, ...movies like Monsters Inc, Lucky Number Slevin, or the  Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I hate going into a store and seeing Spongebob, prepaid cell phones, kittens. I hate dirt roads on a summer's day and big backyards. Water beds and Mac computers.  The smell of abercrombie and button down shirts.

I remember every bit of information from the past three years. It makes it impossible to hear or see anything without hurting.  The things that have no association with you become about you when I wonder what you would say or do if you were here looking/listening/talking about it with me. Memories that will never be.

Im not crazy. Im hurting. They say it goes away, so I'm not too worried about it.