Letter of "Appreciation" to Liz
Here is yet another experience or accomplishment that you can add to your list of new things: You made me cry. No, i take that back, something you said made me cry.
You think that you appreciate things more than me. You think that things mean more to you? Why did you even like me in the first place, because i can tell you right now, that if you didnt know that about me, then you liked me for all the wrong reasons.
For you to say that i used you to get over Jake was one thing, but to say i am unappreciative. I wanna say "Fuck you!" right now Liz, but i am going to try and be a little more intelligent and use my head and my heart here.
I dont care if you dont like to hear about Jake and i, so for just a moment here i am going to try and help you see. You know why i am so heartbroken over that boy? I would've given anything for him to tell me that he loved me, for him to tell me that i mean something to him. I needed his approval so much. All i wanted was to know that i meant something to him. I gave and i gave and i gave and he just kept taking it. That boy was unappreciative. He wanted everything and nothing was good enough. Sitting in his backyard, talking about what he wanted to be when he went to school. He probably never thought twice about that conversation. I think about it all the time. I did before we broke up and i do now. Every little thing matters to me.
How dare you say that i know that you appreciate things more than me. You held my hand at Wal*Mart that first time and i knew that that was hard for you to be in public like that and i know that you tried. I got to hear you play the guitar. I sat outside your house and listened to you play, because i knew that wasnt an oppurtunity that you would afford me.
I am so upset right now and i dont even know if i am making sense of anything that im saying, but you got me all wrong. Im glad that you are getting yourself over me, you dont even know that real me. You think that all i am about is surface level.
Im sorry that you cant imagine that there might be someone in the world, who might actaully care about things like you do. Thats your own loss. You think about that when Alex tells you that you should get over me. You should Liz, because im not who you think i am, and i have no patience for someone who cant appreciate me.
Ive had my fair share of that already.
Goodnight Liz-
Marcie
You think that you appreciate things more than me. You think that things mean more to you? Why did you even like me in the first place, because i can tell you right now, that if you didnt know that about me, then you liked me for all the wrong reasons.
For you to say that i used you to get over Jake was one thing, but to say i am unappreciative. I wanna say "Fuck you!" right now Liz, but i am going to try and be a little more intelligent and use my head and my heart here.
I dont care if you dont like to hear about Jake and i, so for just a moment here i am going to try and help you see. You know why i am so heartbroken over that boy? I would've given anything for him to tell me that he loved me, for him to tell me that i mean something to him. I needed his approval so much. All i wanted was to know that i meant something to him. I gave and i gave and i gave and he just kept taking it. That boy was unappreciative. He wanted everything and nothing was good enough. Sitting in his backyard, talking about what he wanted to be when he went to school. He probably never thought twice about that conversation. I think about it all the time. I did before we broke up and i do now. Every little thing matters to me.
How dare you say that i know that you appreciate things more than me. You held my hand at Wal*Mart that first time and i knew that that was hard for you to be in public like that and i know that you tried. I got to hear you play the guitar. I sat outside your house and listened to you play, because i knew that wasnt an oppurtunity that you would afford me.
I am so upset right now and i dont even know if i am making sense of anything that im saying, but you got me all wrong. Im glad that you are getting yourself over me, you dont even know that real me. You think that all i am about is surface level.
Im sorry that you cant imagine that there might be someone in the world, who might actaully care about things like you do. Thats your own loss. You think about that when Alex tells you that you should get over me. You should Liz, because im not who you think i am, and i have no patience for someone who cant appreciate me.
Ive had my fair share of that already.
Goodnight Liz-
Marcie