Dear Joker,

Isn’t it sweet to think you won this war. You’ve been speaking shit on behalf of all men I’ve destroyed with a single anonymous post.

There more you talk and act like a tough guy, your fragile little masculinity shines bright. Think you’re so clever when you try to crumble my reputation, but I studied journalism for a reason. I know exactly how to burry a man that cannot accept women as their equal.

Little Jack you’ve been crossing too many lines, I tried to play it off for the words of a drunk guy. Don’t claim to be a therapist, but I think it would be very beneficial to cry to your best friend rather than plan how to delete my career.

Said I was a spoiled princess with no crown. Darling, sweetie, I don’t need jewels to reign as the queen of your nightmares. And as the Queen, I hereby recognize you as the Joker. Isn’t it funny how you laugh at all the jokes that aren’t about you? Isn’t it funnier when you laugh with those that laugh at you?

Speak of the devil and he shall come in Bentley painted Toyota filled with the breadcrumbs left as a trap. Mister Jack, I was innocent; had a small crush on the Prince and you took advantage of it.

Played mind tricks by whispering the worst of him, while I praised you when the chance came whenever I spoke with him. Wonder what lies you might have told him about me, what did you say to make him never like me?

That’s okay, I don’t blame you. If the Prince believed the Clown that’s his fault. At every ball you show up by his side, but are you really at his side? What jokes did you spit to the other side?

While I was dancing on my own, you tried to pull my dress when I had clearly said «no». Laughed it off like one of your jokes, pretended it was fine at the masquerade ball. Everyone’s looking through their tiny binoculars to see which play will we put on for them.

Tomorrow’s news will spread in the red colored pamphlet the boys won’t admit to read. They know more than that lead on, they talk in closed rooms with their cigarettes and bottles of scotch.

Then they wonder why we’re mad, why are women so outspoken about the things they did and didn’t do. Jack, may you please tell your friends this?

I rather cut my throat than say I love you.