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Dear Mar-crazy,
Oh, fuckit. I've never been in love, and let's face it, I probably never will be--I'm thoroughly intent on dying a lonely old spinster with lots of cats that is so fat she has to wash herself with a rag on a stick and gets winded whenever she stands up.
And no, I'm not amazingly smart or artistic or--let's quit lying to ourselves--a good writer. I can't keep rhyme or meter and I have no concept of imagery. So what the fuck are you expecting when you ask me to write a love poem?
I mean, hell. I don't have to read it if I don't want to. I may as well re-write one of Shakespeare's sonnets in my notebook. I mean, for and English teacher you don't seem to have read a lot of books--you probably wouldn't notice.
No love, because I don't know what love is,
Carrie.
Oh, fuckit. I've never been in love, and let's face it, I probably never will be--I'm thoroughly intent on dying a lonely old spinster with lots of cats that is so fat she has to wash herself with a rag on a stick and gets winded whenever she stands up.
And no, I'm not amazingly smart or artistic or--let's quit lying to ourselves--a good writer. I can't keep rhyme or meter and I have no concept of imagery. So what the fuck are you expecting when you ask me to write a love poem?
I mean, hell. I don't have to read it if I don't want to. I may as well re-write one of Shakespeare's sonnets in my notebook. I mean, for and English teacher you don't seem to have read a lot of books--you probably wouldn't notice.
No love, because I don't know what love is,
Carrie.