Dear Justin. You sit at the table across from me at lunch, I've never talked to you before. But there is just something so amazing about you, that I can't take my eyes off of. I want the courage to go up and say something, but it will never happen. We're graduating in 31 days and I know I'll never see you again. I just wish you knew that I think about you every day... and wish that we could talk, just once. Good luck in life <3
dear miss hall, are you on speed? everyday i come to class and you are bouncing off the walls...you tell us all your problems, and hit us with hackey sack balls. one day, im going to throw the ball at your head, then everything wont be so funny will it? no i dont think so. you wander why im failing? because i HATE your class...why didnt we have a party for cinco de mayo...OH RIGHT you said its because we watched a movie...well lets see, which one is better...a party or a movie i've seen a million times? WRONG! its the party!...no Miss hall we do not care that you lived in mexico, we do not care that you had to work 2 jobs, we do not care that freddy mercury says "for where to go" in bohemian rhapsody, we do not care about home remidies when your sick, we do not care what your grandma wrapped you up in when you were sick as a child... WE JUST DONT CARE, every day, me and shaun discuss our hatred for your class...im sorry. -blondie-
Dear ******, how could you kiss her? what were you thinking..i know i know that you like her of whatever..but she isnt good enuf 4 you..and besides i like you..
Dear *********, how could you? how could you kiss him? what were you thinking? were you thinking? ********* you hurt connor so much..over something so stupid. you cant even go out with ******, so wtf. you can be such a hypocrite sometimes! no good christian..CATHOLIC, would CHEAT of there boyfriend..and its happened basically twice since i have known you..i am glad you cant date ******! he and conor both deserve better then you. ********* i love you so much, but seriously--WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? i feel so bad for conor..i feel like you have hurt me..and so many other people with your lies..and conor just got the worst of it..i hate you for this..but i forgive..b/c Jesus forgives you..but UGH!!
there is no particular reason just a moment in my bliss that moment trapped in others iv'e forgotten your kiss i forgot what you saw in me or why you saw it at all iv'e forgotten all my happiness and then i began to fall though i still remember the look upon your face refusing now to look in my eyes good feelings are replaced instead of smiling endlessly its much easier to frown falling now much faster my world's turned upside down remembering that simple look of soft and loving eyes only hurts me even more and you refuse to hear my cries seeing you now every day sickens my woeful heart and you can't not look at her yet again i fall apart remember that i love you if you remember anything at all never forget my devotion on hands and knees i crawl over any given obstacle any chance i'll take i will give you everything as my heart still slowly breaks
dav, within myself i've found no mercy, no happiness, no support, no feeling. i gave it all to you. and i still hurt myself, no matter what you say, you will never know how bad it hurts to have you not even look at me anymore, to have you "love her". do you even remember how happy we were? do you remember what it was that compelled you to hold me? to kiss me? to even feel my eyes and to gaze back?
your gaze was like heaven, your eyes were like breathing in all the love you posessed, and it was mine. you still take my breath away, you still keep me alive. with the dark silence that you left me in the one thing that keeps me going is the sound of your laugh, the way you look at me when she is mentioned. its like you actually care, you don't want to hurt me anymore, just as i want to be free.
hear me now, i love every part of you and somewhere inside i know you still feel for me and you can't even hold my gaze because deep inside you know i will catch you again. you know that there is a flame still burning.
i love you,
becca, i know that you love to annoy me, i know that you love to see me full of pain, staring at the back of his head like he is everything. and yet again i am the one in the way, but its okay, just call me the clumsy one and soak up all the glory. take everything including his attention. i still can't get over that you fed him that shit so that we would break-up. you call yourself my friend, well i can't stand it, i can't stand that you stay the pretty one, that your the smart one, that your the one who took my ideas and used them for yourself. that you always liked the guys i did and couldnt let it go long enough to think about anyone but yourself, your the one who flirts non-stop with them so that "you win"
mom, don't you realize that your lucky to have me not scream at you like any sane person would. you have a shitty day and it all gets blamed on me. well shut up for once and just think about what your going to say because you don't realize how your words have an impression on people.
dear me, i hate you, you betray me, drag me through the dirt, and just when i feel okay and i laugh if only a little you find a way to make things absolutly unbearable. and yet your the only one i ever have that understands me. that comforts me when i need it, that i ever let see me cry. everyone else has never seen ME, heard what i have to say. underneath my annoying attention seeking girl there is a blubbering idiot. someone who is extremely co-dependant and cries every night because she thinks she has it bad. and i wonder why i feel like shit all the time.
I apreciate you. I really do. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have my job. And you were a great intro-to-marketing teacher.
BUT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? You make no sense now and the only reason I have been able to do anything this year was because I took Intro last year. You bitch about us students behind our backs, and none too subtlely either; there's always at least one of us around when you do it. Why do think no one bothers respecting you or listening to you anymore. You teach us nothing and then complain that we don't pay attention. If there was something to pay attention to then we would. You say things once without specifying the directions, then when we ask questions you either say it the exact same way we didn't understand in the first place or yell at us.
The other day I went into Mrs. Browning's office to see if she had the worksheet I was missing for your class, my hands clenched and my voice timid, wanting her to help because I didn't want to have to ask you. She assured me that it would be fine to go ask you, that it wouldn't be an issue, and I stupidly believed her.
You yelled at me Mrs. Lane. You yelled at me because of all of you own personal stress. I see that, and it is not fitting for a teacher to do those sort of things. The last teacher I had that did that got in trouble for threatening a student! Mrs. Lane, I appreciate what you have done for me, but I am doing everything within my own power not to want to cry and scream at you. You are one of the few people who frustrates me into saying exactly what I mean. The only other person that does that to me is a mentally unsound junior from a disgruntled home life and with him it's because I care when I'm frustrated. With you, I just want to give up.
Last year I campaigned for you so you'd have a job. Now I'm telling people not to take your classes. I really do hope something shakes you out of your selfishness.
Well im new here and yeah. I wish that one day i could walk into school and not have to fake a smile and not have to pretend to like people that i really truly hate. But oh well yeah i wrote a poem cuz i was upset about this one girl so i guess i will just post it on here(my letters are poems)
do you do it for attention so everyone can see do u want it to be mentioned so u can say everyone feels bad for me you act like its funny when its very serious almost like u did it for money maybe im just delirious you tell everyone when u did it each hour, each day, and why everyone tells u to quit it but u just let out a soft sigh Im sick of watching you trying to feel bad these feeling u have arent true and that makes it o so sad but in the end all u need is just one kid to find the scars upon ur wrists and tell the teacher what u did first you get sent to a Looney bin with people just as starving as you they will try to put u down they wont let you win this so not something you want to go thru but as the days go by and ur stuck with nothing at all remember this poem and remember why you chose to take this fall
So here it is.... I can't be your friend. I just can't. What are we supposed to do? Where are we supposed to go from here? Wht cany ou say to make it better? Nothing...you just don't get it either. To you, it was nothing, you don't even care. And the pain wasn't just physical...and it wasn't an accident...no matter what you say. It isn't fair. Anything, because despite you being the asshole and you being the one who was a jerk, you still get to be happy after all of this. Ugh! Screw you! I don't want to be your friend at all. I don't want to give you that satisfaction! you know what... you just make me sick....:( bye.