I'll write you a letter

Saturday, November 01, 2008

This is probably going to be super vague to all of you, and you all probably won't understand but accept it, and don't read it if you really want a look into my life right now. I just need some space to vent, and get some stuff out. As much as this might turn out like crap, or get me sent to the DHS counselor's office again, I really need to get some stuff out. Enjoy...


Dear Ms. One-Is-Never-Enough,

I don't think you would appreciate anything I could say to you. As much as you are a friend to me, it always seems like you're a better friend to someone else. It would be an understatement to say you sometimes get on my nerves. What don't you understand about high school relationships? You've been in, and wreaked too many. I get by without the content of knowing I'm catching the attention of all the guys in school. And maybe you are, maybe every guy in high school is obsessed with you, wants to know you, be with you, flirt with you, and all that jazz...but the attention is short-lived. The relationships aren't anything. Realize that you're important without a boyfriend, without that "reassurance." Too bad my advice means crap to you, so take that and try to apply it to your life. When you get hurt, again, don't come crying to me for help.


Dear Ms. Kinda_Sorta_Friendship

I love you. I really do, and I want you to know that. I miss the friendship we had, but I guess you've moved on. People always told me that you make friends and break friends in high school, and we're one prime example of that. I suppose you're doing well, or at least by the means of all of your communication you are. I look back at all the things you wrote in my yearbook, and wonder what really happened between us. I still see you, talk to you, but I can't see myself confiding in you like I did. I sometimes wish we could be what we were, but I just guess it's not going to happen. I guess I'll leave it at a "so long," and "enjoy your life." I wish you the best.


Dear Mr. Can't-Make-Up-Your-Mind,

You're one of my best friends. I love you like a brother, and I want the best for you. You're hilarious to be around, but lately some of your choices and actions are little unsure in my book. I really want the best for you, but sometimes a second chance isn't always the best. I'm not only saying that because of certain circumstances (that won't be mentioned in this blog) but for the fact that I've kind of, "been there, and done that." I wish you would see some of your choices, but I'm not the one to shove my advice in your face. It's your life, your decision, and whatever you do, we'll still be friends. Hopefully.


Dear Mr. Pop-Up-In-My-Life-At-Unexpected-Times,

Are you aware I miss you? Um, terribly? Yea, just about end of story.



"Because nothing washes down orange chicken, like more orange chicken."

Respectfully submitted,
Leah

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