Dear door at Kitty’s house party,
It was very cruel of you to make my heart fingers hurt and bleed like that. It may be some time until I can learn to love unashamedly dance on sofas and fall off unashamedly again. You have left your mark upon my soul middle finger.
I only hope that one day we can be friends again.
Yours sincerely, White Trash Emily
P.S – I have a doctors appointment about my finger next week. If I find out I am permanently damaged there will be hell to pay, door!