Dec 03, 2006 11:37
Dear life,
I have a favor to ask of you, and I assure you that it is not much: Please, don't do what I think your gonna do.
I mean: C'mon! Don't you think you fucked me over enough times this week. But this--yeah, this particular situation that I'm sure both of us are aware of--is just too much. So, have a little pity for the poor teen-age girl, huh?
And I'm not only looking to protect myself. I want to protect the other party involved, as well as one of my best friends, and the whole fucking group to which I have befriended. See? I'm not a selfish brat. I care. I lov--fuck. That's what's gotten me here in the first place.
Okay, okay. I'll start over.
I'll be extra good in the future. Remember me being all sentimental in the AIDS Quilt (all five times)? Yeah, I'll be caring toward everyone; I will stop whining about everything; I won't get in your way. I can clean up good. Seriously. And, what you should be most proud of, I won't call you a bitch anymore. (I do that a lot, if you haven't noticed.)
Sorry for all the shit I caused.
Please, accept my apology and my promise. I'm good on my word. Wait, no, don't look in my past. Because it's not about that anymore. It's about the present, man! I'll be good. Just, please--
Please
--Let me just live.
Because, honestly? I think I'm going crazy sometimes.
Sincerely,
The Sincere.