4.33pm Dear ____ You make me feel about five years old. Why is that? Why do you feel the need to look down your nose at me? I tell you that you're doing it, and you see it as some kind of joke, not thinking that actually that might kind of annoy me, being seen as somehow inferior because I'm not out having sex all the time and I wouldn't cheat on anyone. I'm not condemning you for it, that would involve too many people and I'm not into the whole hatred thing, but why do you feel the need to condemn me? And why do you have to give me glimmers of hope? Ok, so I'm being contradictory now, I don't want you to be nice but I don't want you to look down on me. That doesn't make sense. But still, I say something and suddenly you're so caring and understanding about it I can hardly see you as the other person, doing all that stuff before. You'd look down your nose at me for this letter, wouldn't you? It's my grandad's 80th birthday today. It makes me feel kind of small. That sounded negative, but I meant it in a good way.