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Anna.
There's not a lot I can say that everyone won't already know, but I guess this entry isn't about any of you readers out there, it's to let Anna know how I feel...
I honestly think you're one of the sweetest people I'll ever meet, and I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble. I'm not the type of person who regrets the choices I make, ever. I live with what I do and I don't bother worrying about it. But I would take it all back just because I know it was a lot harder on you than it was on me. I didn't think about that, and if you had felt pressured to follow my actions, I'm really sorry.
I read what you wrote about me at about midnight a few weeks ago, and I actually started to cry. I can't believe how forgiving and kind you are. You have every right to resent me but after all of this you still want to be friends. I know how easy it is to drift away from people and have it end but you're still trying... You're amazing.
Oh, I hate this. I really do. I'm sorry Anna, you're great, but how I hate writing this mushy filth.
But the show must go on, right?
I still think about science last year...How you held up that note, "Kiss kiss," and then worried ms. van hook would think we were lesbians...
And writing skills, do you remember the poems? your basketball story is still up on my wall right next to my mirror.
and during math, all those trips to the bathroom...
and in my binder i have those pictures that heather took of us three.
and we made some great cake...
there's a lot i've got to say, i guess, but i don't know...i'll leave the entry at this.
call me, will you?
There's not a lot I can say that everyone won't already know, but I guess this entry isn't about any of you readers out there, it's to let Anna know how I feel...
I honestly think you're one of the sweetest people I'll ever meet, and I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble. I'm not the type of person who regrets the choices I make, ever. I live with what I do and I don't bother worrying about it. But I would take it all back just because I know it was a lot harder on you than it was on me. I didn't think about that, and if you had felt pressured to follow my actions, I'm really sorry.
I read what you wrote about me at about midnight a few weeks ago, and I actually started to cry. I can't believe how forgiving and kind you are. You have every right to resent me but after all of this you still want to be friends. I know how easy it is to drift away from people and have it end but you're still trying... You're amazing.
Oh, I hate this. I really do. I'm sorry Anna, you're great, but how I hate writing this mushy filth.
But the show must go on, right?
I still think about science last year...How you held up that note, "Kiss kiss," and then worried ms. van hook would think we were lesbians...
And writing skills, do you remember the poems? your basketball story is still up on my wall right next to my mirror.
and during math, all those trips to the bathroom...
and in my binder i have those pictures that heather took of us three.
and we made some great cake...
there's a lot i've got to say, i guess, but i don't know...i'll leave the entry at this.
call me, will you?