Dear Taylor Swift,

You’ve been an icon, a hero and a crutch for many. 

You have millions of fans willing to drop thousands just to listen to you from the nosebleeds. 

And on top of that, you’ve profited off of twelve failing relationships. 

Just how do you do it I ask? 

I’m kidding, don’t answer that, because I could care less.

I live my day-to-day life doing just that, yet I hear about you in passing as many times as I do on the radio. 

As someone who’s grown up in the early 2000s, I can recall your career just flourishing, and maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but when will you put the mic down?

The music you release has been an up-and-down slope, much like your career. 

While you strive to put out music that expresses who you are, sometimes it’s best to leave those lyrics in a crumpled up piece of paper lying there.

Your song, ‘Picture to Burn’ is a wonderful example of why not all lyrics should make the final cut.

“So go and tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy, That’s fine I’ll tell mine that you’re gay!”

Last I checked, you went out of your way to donate and support the LGBTQ+ community.

You have now deleted that version of the song. 

Which received about as much backlash and harassment from “Swifties” as Jake Gyllenhaal did during your breakup.

This is surely not what you thought it would be.

That’s not all. You released the music video to Anti-Hero,

portraying you standing on a scale, which reads “FAT”.

You showed us how you value thinness and demonize larger bodies.

You let us down, you let your true colors shine.

You really were the Anti-Hero.

And of all people to take the industry by storm, why did it have to be you?

You’ve brought nothing new to the table, just one breakup song after another.

As someone who is anything but a “Swifty”, maybe I just don’t understand.

I do know I’ve had enough.

I’m sick and tired of your attitude. 

You could write a book on how to ruin someone’s perfect day.

And I could write a letter on how to ruin yours.