Jul 26, 2009 13:18
Dear Owain,
Well fuck.
I wonder if i don't call or txt you
how long it would be until you call or txt me.
i can easily see me going into next weekend
and you wouldn't have even thought to say hi.
it annoys me.
we have nothing to say.
and you really pissed me off on Friday.
you didn't mean to upset me,
if you knew you would have apologised over and over.
but no.
if i told you before and if it wasn't ok then
then it isn't ok now.
dear ModCloth,
why the HELL are you on
EVERY
FUCKING
PAGE
THAT
I OPEN?!?!
i do not have hundreds of dollars to spend on your deliciously over thought skirty goodness.
i like those yellow shoes with the buttons.
dear last night,
i didnt want to talk about God
or Death
or Cutting
or Mental Disorders
but i liked having you over anyway :) i really do just like hanging out
Dear Angus,
You confuse the fuck out of me,
and why the hell do i need to talk to you every day?
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dear letters,
at work