no matter what they say
if you only knew how much i understand. i am you and you are me. i look at you and i see my reflection looking back. god, i wish i knew how to make you understand that it wont be long. that i know where you are right now really sucks. i know, its unimaginable that i could possibly fathom. but i can and i do. i was there. i dressed like that. i talked like that. i even insulted people the same way you do. and yes i was there with him just as you are. its an impossible place, but you will find your way out. because people love you. because people want to see who you become in 2 years. honey, you are beautiful. truly and absolutely gorgeous. your friends can kiss my ass. they are wrong. im not. you are beautiful inside and out. you arent slutty, or stupid, or worthless, or a selfish bitch. dont let their lies said in fits of jealousy affect you. when they say that its because they dont see you for you, they see you as better than them, they know you have something they will never have. honey, they dont see you, but we do.
elise, you may be too chicken shit to ask to read the antholgoies, but im too chicken shit to talk to you. i really want to. i want to say fuck all of this. i dont know, i read one of you quizzes the other day, and yes its stupid and insignificant, but i would have answerd over half the questions the exact same way you did. i sat there in the student ambassador room listening to the stupid track girls giggle over something about some boy kissing some girl or some shit like that and i wished i could talk to you. that i could even make fun of those girls with you. last spring, i didnt realize how much better things were getting. i got caught up in max and let all progress go to hell. im sorry for that. im sorry for everything. i know ive said that a million times so it doesnt make a difference anymore. but if it helps ive thought it a million times more. because god, i think about you every single day. not a day goes by that i dont think about you. about the friends we were and the friends we could potentially be if i could get over myself. im sick of these journal wars/drama but im too scared to talk to you.
elise, you may be too chicken shit to ask to read the antholgoies, but im too chicken shit to talk to you. i really want to. i want to say fuck all of this. i dont know, i read one of you quizzes the other day, and yes its stupid and insignificant, but i would have answerd over half the questions the exact same way you did. i sat there in the student ambassador room listening to the stupid track girls giggle over something about some boy kissing some girl or some shit like that and i wished i could talk to you. that i could even make fun of those girls with you. last spring, i didnt realize how much better things were getting. i got caught up in max and let all progress go to hell. im sorry for that. im sorry for everything. i know ive said that a million times so it doesnt make a difference anymore. but if it helps ive thought it a million times more. because god, i think about you every single day. not a day goes by that i dont think about you. about the friends we were and the friends we could potentially be if i could get over myself. im sick of these journal wars/drama but im too scared to talk to you.