by Annwyn » Tue Jul 31, 2012 3:47 pm
How weird is it that I write un-sendable letters in my notebook regulary? O-o
Dear my Crush of Almost a Year,
Okay, so, I've been getting mixed signals about whether you like me or not ever since we started talking. We hang out all the time, you ran through a crazy mob of highschoolers at a pep rally just to talk to me and ask if I could go with you to McDonald's, and you asked me if I would take 3 different classes with you so we could talk more. You say I'm wonderful, friendly, beautiful, and that any guy to have me would be the luckiest guy in the world, but why is it I'm not good enough for you, exactly? Has the definition for "the luckiest guy in the world" changed since then? Your friends say you like me, they know I like you, but after everything you still want to date that stupid b---- who acts like she hates you and cheats on you with any guy she can find? And has dumped you 7 Times because "she's not ready for a realtionship right now"?? I'm doing everything I can to get you out of my head even if it's only for a day, but then I see something Batman and it starts all over again. Sometimes it feels like we're just friends, but something always happens to make me think: "Maybe you want something more?" and I pretty much go crazy. So please, when school starts back and we start hanging out more again, give me a straight answer and let me be able to fall asleep at night without wondering if your thinking about me too.
From, Afflicted.
P.S. When I said I loved you and that your hair didn't look like crap cut short, I meant it. I love your hair, I love your stupid gangster hats, and you'll always be the secret Batman with me as your Superman side-kick. Peace out.
P.S.S. Your band doesn't suck, I think you have talent no matter what. And, one more thing: When I act annoyed when you ask for one of my Strawberry Mentos or change for a dollar, I'm not really annoyed. You can ask me anytime. <3
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Dear Period and my Broken Air-Conditioner,
I HATE YEW!!!!
From, Afflicted