December 2010
9 posts
Dear Mommy.
I’m sorry. I’m so, so, SO sorry.
I know you want to house clean. I know you want kids that love each other unconditionally. I know you want Daddy to come home. I know you just want to be happy.
That’s all I want for you, too. I hate, ABSOLUTELY HATE, seeing you cry. You have no idea. It seriously breaks my heart, and makes me cry myself.
You had to listen to me say I...
I hate you.
I hope you know that. I hate you, i hate what you do to me. I hate everything.
Those three and a half months. Did they mean absolutely nothing to you? Because they meant everything to me. Absolutely everything.
Every time we held hands. Everytime we cuddled. Every time you held me. Every kiss you gave me on my cheek. Everything. Meant. Everything.
That night I spent at your house? Was the...
Dear You.
We’ve spoken once in the last week.
And it was over facebook.
“Are you really mad at me?”
Did you seriously ask me that?
Of course I’m mad. And I will stay mad. That’s a dumb question.
And to answer the one before, no I don’t hate you. I’ve tried hating you. I’ve said it. But I could never mean it.
You hugged me last night. And it was one...
Dear You.
I’m not the one not talking. That’s you.
If you were even my friend, you wouldn’t do this to me.
I had a panic attack for five hours straight last night.
Because of you.
Thank you. Really.
Thank you for finally letting me see what I meant to you.
Dear You.
How can you do this to me? And with her?
“If you feel like you have to advertise it, it’s not real, and it won’t last.”
My best friend is right. What you two have? It’s bullshit. You said you loved each other? You’ve known each other for less time than we have. Probably not even half the time we have. And you’re letting her come between us.
I’m...
Dear Mom.
I’m going through a hard time right now, Mommy. My friends are angry with me. He’s not speaking to me. And it’s all my fault.
I’ve cried in front of you several times in the last week. And I keep trying to tell you what’s wrong. I keep trying to open up with you, but I can’t. The advice you give me never helps me, it upsets me more.
I’m sorry. I try so...
Dear You.
Now you aren’t talking to me because I confronted you. Because I was upset. You told me to stop with the bullshit. What bullshit? Do I not have a right to be angry with you?
And you tell me this. You tell me that this is why you didn’t want to try anything with me because you knew you would lose me like this.
Are you crazy? Think again. No matter what you do, you will NEVER lose...
Dear You.
It’s funny. Last week, you tell my best friend you like me, but don’t want to ruin our friendship.
This Wednesday, I go to school, buy my food, and set it down, and she comes over and asks if I know you. And I tell her yes. And she says you two are talking. Not just talking. But you know, that kind of talking. She tells me she likes you and that you like her and that when she...
Dear God.
I’m sitting here, thinking about everything.
I don’t want to be a complainer. But I need some guidance, and I need some help.
I thought things were going wonderful last week. I thought that soon after that, I might have been the happiest girl here.
And now I know that won’t happen anytime soon. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything we’ve shared. I know...