Dear, the unwanted note on my whiteboard,

 

You stated, "Shut the fuck up cuz"

 

You were staring at me.

 

I wrote jokes on my whiteboard that was on my door, something friendly, something comforting, something that reminded me of my family.

 

I got up to use the restroom, I was half asleep, I came back to my room, to find out someone written on it. 

 

Could it have been there the within the 5 minutes I left the room?

 

Could it have been there all last night?

 

Last night I was asleep, sound asleep. Thinking maybe, just maybe moving here was not a mistake.

 

Small college, small classes, small groups of friends.

 

I stayed quiet, I stayed to myself, I stayed civil.

 

It was a declaration of war, "Shut the fuck up cuz"

 

But, I already was quiet.

 

"Shut the fuck up cuz"

 

Why, did I not smile enough, did I not greet you enough?

 

Was I suppose to tell you my deepest darkest secrets, was I suppose to be overly confident, was I suppose to join every club and introduced myself to every person on campus, so they could know my name?

 

"Shut up the cuz"

 

Bitch, make me!