Apr 02, 2008 14:41
Dear You:
Why the hell are you so fucking two faced? You're not a child anymore, so get over all the shit you constantly complain about. I'm so sick of hearing about it I could scream. If you want to fix your petty stupid problems, then I have a solution for you: FUCKING TELL THE PERSON WHAT IS GOING ON. Don't sit and bitch about it and then don't say anything to the other people you are bitching about. I don't want to hear it anymore. Rethink your title if your going to be like that.
-Samantha
Dear You:
Why are you popping your head back up? I wasn't thinking about you anymore and becoming totally comfortable with that. What do you want? Why do you want it? Can I never let go of you?
Love,
Samantha
Dear You:
You say that you want me..all of me. Then start treating me like you do. I'm sick of your shit.
-Samantha
Dear You:
It would be really sweet if I felt at all like family, but I don't. Actually, I don't know if I even want to feel apart of your family. Scratch that, I know for sure. You're no longer anything to me. I'm happy without you in my life. I want it to stay like that.
-Samantha
Dear You:
I would really love to be closer with you. It sucks that you are living in another state. I miss your comfort and hanging out practically every single day. Maybe its a comfort thing. Wanting to remain close to the things I know and love. Whatever it is, I hope we remain close for life.
Love,
Samantha