Oct 26, 2005 20:33
Dear You:
I hate the way that I don't know how to read your behavior. I think you like me but I also think that I may be wrong. I want to believe that I am wrong. I didn't think much of you until I started thinking that you thought much of me. You distract me and normally I wouldn't find you to be distracting. I can't think unless I am thinking of you and it drives me nuts because there is no us. I would just like you to stop because before I started thinking this way I was focus. Now all I can think about is when your talking to me I hope you don't stop. When you talk to someone else I hope you do stop. I hate you because I don't know what to think of you.
JessRS
Dear Him:
I hate you sooo much. Thank you so much for messing up my life. Before you came around I didn't even care about things like this. It was the furtherest thing from my mind. I think you are a coward and you should really grow a back bone, you jerk. Thank you so much for wasting my time when there wasn't even a time to begin with.
I resent you,
JessRS