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Dear Samantha,
I don't care if you think I am unattractive or not. I really don't. To tell you the truth, I don't think I am either. You can say I was never a good friend all you want because I was. I was always thinking about you, always wanting to get you something, and wanting to be there for you when you were "down". You were my best friend. The only person I could tell everything to. I guess that was a lie as well. If I could go back I wouldn't fucking change that because no matter how much you think you hated me, you didn't. You used to be like a sister to me and I loved you. I thought you were the best friend I could ever have, but now you think I am a fucking whore. Which is wrong as well. I am a damn virgin and proud to be one. I don't want to lose my virginity. Not yet. I gave you my things. I let you borrow my cd's. I guess you don't even care about that. How we would always spend time together. I miss that. I do care about you and I would still die for you. I don't care what you or Anna say. No one deserves to die. Not even me. I know I may of hurt you by saying yes to Sam, but you told me to. Now you are mad at me and calling me a backstabber and telling everyone I am a whore. I don't care what other people think of me. Incase you haven't realized that yet. I want you to know that I had loved you. How much I had cared. And how much you had meant to me, but you threw that all away. You made me a part of your past. A part you wish you couldn't remember. I remember it clearly. Sixth grade-- The year we first met. I didn't talk to anyone for the first month or two of school. You were the first person to talk to me and I later became part of "the group". (Me, you, Kayla, and Jayme) Always sitting together at the lunch table, always passing notes in class, changing our names everytime the substitute would quit on us. We had so much fun back then. That was my best year, but it was bad, also. I was depressed alot. You would talk to me about things and try to help me feel better. I cut and burned myself. I always had to wear long sleeve shirts because my arms would bleed. I hate to remember that part, but I do. After sixth grade was seventh. We saw eachother in the halls, but didn't have a class together. We would always write eachother notes and give them to eachother in the hall. During the summer of 05'. We hung out alot. Then 8th grade came-- The year you started hating me. We were still the best of friends at the beginning. I met a few new people and even introduced them to you. We spent the night at people's houses together. Even got kicked out of Kindra's and had to walk all the way back to your house by walking on the railroad tracks. I invited you to go to church with me and matt. We even had a new group--The sex ninjas. You broke up with Sam because you thought you liked Cory and then people started saying I made out with Sam. (That was a fucking lie) Then Glenn broke up with me because me and him never got to see eachother much. You sent me a message on Myspace telling me that you don't care anymore, you just want all this shit to end, and I should go out with Sam because you know me and him like eachother. After that, Sam asked me out. I said yes, and now you're saying I am a whore, unattractive, and a backstabber. I am sorry our friendship had to end just because I love someone.
xoxo--me.
I don't care if you think I am unattractive or not. I really don't. To tell you the truth, I don't think I am either. You can say I was never a good friend all you want because I was. I was always thinking about you, always wanting to get you something, and wanting to be there for you when you were "down". You were my best friend. The only person I could tell everything to. I guess that was a lie as well. If I could go back I wouldn't fucking change that because no matter how much you think you hated me, you didn't. You used to be like a sister to me and I loved you. I thought you were the best friend I could ever have, but now you think I am a fucking whore. Which is wrong as well. I am a damn virgin and proud to be one. I don't want to lose my virginity. Not yet. I gave you my things. I let you borrow my cd's. I guess you don't even care about that. How we would always spend time together. I miss that. I do care about you and I would still die for you. I don't care what you or Anna say. No one deserves to die. Not even me. I know I may of hurt you by saying yes to Sam, but you told me to. Now you are mad at me and calling me a backstabber and telling everyone I am a whore. I don't care what other people think of me. Incase you haven't realized that yet. I want you to know that I had loved you. How much I had cared. And how much you had meant to me, but you threw that all away. You made me a part of your past. A part you wish you couldn't remember. I remember it clearly. Sixth grade-- The year we first met. I didn't talk to anyone for the first month or two of school. You were the first person to talk to me and I later became part of "the group". (Me, you, Kayla, and Jayme) Always sitting together at the lunch table, always passing notes in class, changing our names everytime the substitute would quit on us. We had so much fun back then. That was my best year, but it was bad, also. I was depressed alot. You would talk to me about things and try to help me feel better. I cut and burned myself. I always had to wear long sleeve shirts because my arms would bleed. I hate to remember that part, but I do. After sixth grade was seventh. We saw eachother in the halls, but didn't have a class together. We would always write eachother notes and give them to eachother in the hall. During the summer of 05'. We hung out alot. Then 8th grade came-- The year you started hating me. We were still the best of friends at the beginning. I met a few new people and even introduced them to you. We spent the night at people's houses together. Even got kicked out of Kindra's and had to walk all the way back to your house by walking on the railroad tracks. I invited you to go to church with me and matt. We even had a new group--The sex ninjas. You broke up with Sam because you thought you liked Cory and then people started saying I made out with Sam. (That was a fucking lie) Then Glenn broke up with me because me and him never got to see eachother much. You sent me a message on Myspace telling me that you don't care anymore, you just want all this shit to end, and I should go out with Sam because you know me and him like eachother. After that, Sam asked me out. I said yes, and now you're saying I am a whore, unattractive, and a backstabber. I am sorry our friendship had to end just because I love someone.
xoxo--me.