A love letter to the love of my life
Dear Chelly,
Where do I even begin? I wanted to apologize for acting the way I did the other night. I didn't mean to get snappy at you. Everyone was pressuring me to talk to my dad about staying over and there are just somethings you know not to push. It's not that I wouldn't have loved spending the night, but I just couldn't. I felt like I was 6 years old instead of 16. Everyone wanted us to...even Darin's parents. I felt like a giant piece of shit and I was upset that you weren't backing me up. You were pressuring me more than anyone else. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to ruin the mood. I wouldn't have said anything, but you asked me in the car and you know I couldn't lie to you. I should have approached it in a better manner and I'm sorry.
I hate telling people no and I hate when my decisions ruin other people's fun. I would have had Darin's dad get on the phone, but they didn't know that I'm suppose to spend the night over there and I already have twice. I would have just said that I was going to your house if I hadn't already called and asked. That probably would have been the smart thing to do, but since when do are we ever smart about our plans?
The only reason why I'm bringing this up again is because I still feel like you are still hurting, and that bothers me. I don't want you to be upset or whatever you want to call it. Maybe I'm just crazy and you are fine, but I don't really feel that way. I feel like you just stuffed it down deep inside of you and one day you are going to blow up, haul off and punch someone in the face. If you need me, you know where I am, and once again I'm sorry for being a bitchface. It wasn't fair.
I love you and I think we need a hot tub sleepover A.S.A.P.
With Love,
Charlie
p.s. the next time you see my room, it will probably be a different color.
Where do I even begin? I wanted to apologize for acting the way I did the other night. I didn't mean to get snappy at you. Everyone was pressuring me to talk to my dad about staying over and there are just somethings you know not to push. It's not that I wouldn't have loved spending the night, but I just couldn't. I felt like I was 6 years old instead of 16. Everyone wanted us to...even Darin's parents. I felt like a giant piece of shit and I was upset that you weren't backing me up. You were pressuring me more than anyone else. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to ruin the mood. I wouldn't have said anything, but you asked me in the car and you know I couldn't lie to you. I should have approached it in a better manner and I'm sorry.
I hate telling people no and I hate when my decisions ruin other people's fun. I would have had Darin's dad get on the phone, but they didn't know that I'm suppose to spend the night over there and I already have twice. I would have just said that I was going to your house if I hadn't already called and asked. That probably would have been the smart thing to do, but since when do are we ever smart about our plans?
The only reason why I'm bringing this up again is because I still feel like you are still hurting, and that bothers me. I don't want you to be upset or whatever you want to call it. Maybe I'm just crazy and you are fine, but I don't really feel that way. I feel like you just stuffed it down deep inside of you and one day you are going to blow up, haul off and punch someone in the face. If you need me, you know where I am, and once again I'm sorry for being a bitchface. It wasn't fair.
I love you and I think we need a hot tub sleepover A.S.A.P.
With Love,
Charlie
p.s. the next time you see my room, it will probably be a different color.