I'm sorry, but if you insist on calling me to whine at me about your latest bout of bad dating choices, I'm going to call the current bitch a bitch (cunt, whore, user, ugly, bloody mothfucking hypocrite who probably thinks she's ''hardcore''etc) in whatever format I choose. WHen you point out where I've been wrong about any of your past girlfriends, or how this one isn't really a bad person and didn't really lie and and break your heart, I'll reconsider.
I'm sorry okay? I've heard the same story for years now. YEARS. You keep dating the same girl with a different face. And you keep giving her more and more of your heart. Please understand that personally, I'd probably not hate her, but she has treated one of the dearst people in my life like shit. YOU think and feel as if this is okay. Fine. I however, do not. And if a guy treated me the way ANY of these women have treated you, you would put the fuckers head on a plate.
If you don't want to hear my comments on your current..whatever, then you have two options 1} Stop telling me! God! You know it fucking rips my heart out that we're so far apart. Rubbing it in my face? NOT HELPING. Do you think of this
when you tell me these things? Do you think I enjoy watching you set yourself up to get hurt? Do you have any idea how much it hurts to watch you walk in circles? I'm sorry I couldn't stay on Kent Island with you. You're one of the only two things I miss. I'm sorry I had to move on past KI, and the shit that happened to me, and my parents...but love, I've been waiting four years for you to catch up.
Option 2} Stop telling me. We can just go our seperate ways, because obviously, I can't deal with your bad choices and you have issues dealing with my mouth and my passion.
EXCEPT OH WAIT, we've tried that, what, four times now? Yeah, it's worked amazingly well, obviously.
I miss you. I miss your mumbling that drives me nuts and your random moments of sweetness even when you're pissed. I miss the way your arms feel around me, the shape of your hands and your laugh. I miss the way you hold me
when I'm so tired I start to cry. And no one bites like you. At least no one I've found, and I've tested a few, thankyouverymuch. And oh god, the smell of your sheets on a summer afternoon.
I wish you knew me now. I wish you saw me as the hippy batshit crazy completely geeky girl I am. I want to take you to the art store and downtown and buy you a boba tee and show you the silly things that make me happy now.
How different yet the same I am.
And I want to know you. I don't anymore, at least not like I used to. What random parts of your day make your eyes light up? Do you still stand the same way when you're really tired? Do you still like Subway best?
I just...don't know anymore. I'm so tired, and confused and hurt and frustrated and ...*sigh*
I love you.
Steven is going to kill me when he reads this. Or you. Probably you. But I'll get the lecture.
Dear Best friend,
Yeah, you're my best friend. Theorticaly I have more then one, but I decited you were getting the title a few years ago and you're fucking stuck with it, deal.
You compelete fairy, I love you so much. You are such a bitch, and I love that in life. You will never back down to make me happy, but you will go get
funnle cake mix at 12 am and rescue me from my parents. I think that deserives the title, don't you?
So please understand I say this with as much love as possable: Please start getting your life together. You keep running in circles and you're miserable
and I HATE IT. I know you're trying. I'm just...fuck, I'm afraid of both of you being stuck on KI forever. I know you say no, but...well. I'm the
precog here, remember?
I don't want you to be 35 and not married, moving in with your parents again, okay? And when you *do* get married, I want a new dress. A fancy one.
I don't care if it's two men, at a wedding someone needs a fancy damn dress!! We can share the Tiara.
Dear Isle of Kent,
Just fucking sink already.
Awkward much? Oh well, if I *have* to have a girlfriend (being that I'm stright), I'm glad it's at least you. And when we're both married to handsome, rich men, just add a bottle of patrone and VIOLA! Instant affair.
Your boyfriend sounds like Harry Potter. I'm cute as hell. Aren't you just the luckiest fucking Bi kid to ever live?
Make you blog posting window better, or give us a fucking pop out option, okay?
You know, the thought of knowing you as a person, instead of as my mom, scares teh shit out of me. Let's be honest, you had some uh...issues, raising me.
Nobody's perfect, and I wasn't an easy kid, it wasn't really your fault blah blah I get it. Fine. not my point.
I'm afraid I won't like you. At all. You've overly Christian and...last time I saw you, very unhappy. And both your kids have serious mental issues. Yeah josh,
the overweight 11 year old? He has anger issues. And apparently has already leanred how to hate.
But I digress. We all learned how to hate at church.
Anyway, I think my bigger fear is that I might start to like you, and pity you more then I'm angry at you. And what can I do with that? My heart broke for you
most of my life. The anger is ...manageable. It dosen't make me sob, it dosen't make me hate myself. It just makes me avoid you.
Yep, I'm not talking to you because I'm scared. This seems to be a pattern in all my relationships, so don't feel to bad.
Dear Poodie man,
I miss you more then you can possibly fathom. I'd like to say I think about you ever day, and it's true you cross my mind, but I push the thoughts away. I can't
think about you. It hurts. Picturing your face makes me cry. There's so much...years of crap between us. Lies, unfulfilled promises. I don't really care,
But I'm so afraid you do.
Dear White Pastor of the Church I grew up in,
I hate you. And I have damn good reason to, as does every kid that was raised in ''your church''. You are an evil man. Even if the bible is true, by it's
standards, you will still burn in hell.
Sad little king of a sad little hill.
Maybe I just want to get you drunk for evil evil carnal reasons. Or maybe I just want your walls down so I can pick your brain apart. It is, after all, my
I'm still really confused. Your people still really suck. I want answers, but I don't want them rushed. Are you waiting patiently for me? Seriously?
I wonder. Also, your people really suck. David, for example, is supposedly a ''good'' christian. Um...no thanks. Those answers...they can take their time
if you can take care of me until they get here. If we're going to have a relationship, I want it to be real, not something pre-arranged by my parents
or foolish ideas about you, mmmkay? If you're as real as they say you are, If you love me and want me as much as you supposedly do, then a love of that
kind is worth a bit of patience, I'd think.
Dear little brother,
I worry about you more then you could know. You're so mean for a little kid! Where did you learn that it's okay to hate people like that? To love darkness?
To hate yourself?
Oh wait, the same place I did. Another gold star for Woodlawn Baptist Church. High fives y'all.
Dear Jeremy Troy,
I don't think you fully comprehend the bright spot you are in my life. Or how amazing of a person you are to know. Even if we never see each other face to face
again in this life, I am changed because I have known you. My life is richer.
Remember how awesome and peaceful it was to drive through cornfeilds under a perfect sky? How it was real and touchable and simple and amazing? That is how
you are to me. Real and amazing and simply good.
You've been hanging blank on my wall for almost 4 months now. Everytime I go to paint you, you whine and say no no no, you aren't sure that's
what's right for you. You're and odd size and special. I wish you'd hurry up and decide what's to become of you.
That hug was awesome, thank you.
Dear JK Rowling,
Snape is the most amazing charater ever. I'm not pissed that you killed him, or about how he died or anything. I get that it had to be that way, and
to let him live would've cheapened him. I'm dealing with his death, I'm over the denial.
But Harry/Ginny? Seriously? If you were going to totally Fannon the ending, couldn't it have been Drarry fanon? If Dumbledore is gay, why can't Harry be?
And Dray...we all know he's a ponce. heh.
AS/S forever. CANNON.
You little orange cat, you have stolen my soul, I'm sure of it. Probably hit it with your collection of my hair ribbons and small shiny things.
Why aren't you sleeping with me?
Dear hardcore in your face punk girls,
You aren't cute. Real adult men don't want to settle down and have babies with you. Tone it down please.
I like you more then I thought I did. Go you. You have any idea how high a compliment that is from me?
Dear John, Paul, George and Ringo,
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart forever. I don't understand how you read the hearts of so many people through out the ages, but you did. From the need to have a pop song, to the almost worshipfull moments. Your words will echo through eternity, Though we currently still have religion and war, the world is a better place because the four of you put your music into it. Thank you. You are immortal in your music and in our hearts, all of you.