Jun 15, 2005 22:20
I had this beautiful entry typed out earlier. And of course, it got erased.
I wanted to take a note from Ashley and tell everybody how I feel about them.
Nick: I love you. I can't say that too many times. You are beautiful and everything I love. Even before we dated, we were best friends. Even after we dated, we were best friends. And now we're together again and I've never been this happy. You respect me. That's so important to me. And I respect you. I feel so unworthy of you. But you complete me. You define who I am. I love you more than I could ever put in writing. I love you.
Jammie: Oh, you acidhead. =) We're like two trippy peas in a far out pad, man! Jammie, I can say that I've never had a better girl-friend than you, and it's killing me that you're moving. I know it's unlikely that you'll ever read this, but we've had some great times. DDR, and lollipops, and Jessica's weird crap, and Napoleon Dynamite, and Borders (rockin' out in the rock section, woot) and the list goes on. I love you so much, and I'm proud of how far you've come this year- academically and emotionally. Acidheads and treehumpers unite! What she doesn't know is that wasn't my finger!
Acorn: Michael James Taylor. You are my little brother. I hate the feeling that I have to protect you all the time, but I know you understand. I feel like I ruined our relationship by trying to talk to you about Maegin. But Mike, putting your love interest before your true friends (Jammie and I)...that was a knife to the gut. I feel like I'm losing not just a friend, but a member of my family. You are my little brother, and I love you so much. We never talk anymore. I can only hope that we come to terms and go back to the old days.
Chris: When I think of you, I cry and punch things. You are throwing your life away. You are better than some partying, drugged-out, cancer-stick smoking fool and that's why I hate you. You were never willing to love me in every sense. If you couldn't fuck me, you didn't want me. So fuck you. Fuck you and your weed, your cigarattes. Your life. And no, you don't have to worry about me telling your secret. I'm not a bitch. I just dislike you. Remember, I keep my word, unlike you.
Sarah: When I think of you, I feel nothing less than hatred. You played mind games with me, I'll play them with you. What you did to me was nothing short of insanity. I am not someone to be chewed on at your leisure. You're nothing less than a fucking insane bitch. Go find some helpless dyke to manipulate.
Lae: Sweetie, I'm so sad that you're not doing colorguard, but sometimes I feel like you were trying to take on too much. Colorguard is so stressful, and I want you to feel better. Hell, I got worn out just waith honors classes and band, snd somehow you managed to do basketball, track, guard, honors classes, NHS, tons of other things, all the while keeping great grades. You're so much stronger than you think you are. So many people respect you highly and I am one of them.
Woody: Honey, I have had the greatest times with you. Seesaws and prom and oh, it's been so fun. Next year will be even greater (oh-sixxxxxx) and I'm so glad tht we've become such great friends. You know we'll be the sluts of Senior night. Woot.
Mmm. I feel so much better. <3