September 19th, 2004

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oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.

i don't know what you said.

oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.

what if you didn't really say that?

oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.


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Dear World,

Yes, I am female. Yes, I have a vagina and a clitoris. Yes, I masturbate. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, I have a girlfriend. Yes, I am a lesbian.

If you can't take that, piss the hell off.


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Dear *****
I have a lot to tell you. I miss the way things used to be. When I felt like I could tell you anything and you would listen and give me advice if you could. Now I feel like I can only talk about you and your problems. I call you my best friend, but lately I don't feel like that. I feel like everything has to be about you and what's going on in your life. Everyday I want to scream and sometimes I feel like I am, but you aren't listening to me. Most of the time, I feel like I'm in a room filled with a million of you and none of them are listening to me...not one. You call me when you want something for yourself or when ****** is with me so you can talk to her. What happened to the time when you used to call just to talk? I feel like I have no one. Whenever I'm around you it's always with someone else and I always feel like the 3rd wheel. You have no fucking idea what's been going on with me lately. ***** knows more than you do. He's been there for me more than you have. I should probably start calling him my best friend. O and by the way absolutely nothing is going on with us. For the past few weeks, the only question concerning our relationship and mine and ******'* why does this always happen to me? I've had people I call my best friends, but you and ****** were the first two people I truely felt were my best friends. Now I feel like I have no one. I feel all alone and you guys don't even care. I never hang out with the same's always different people...different groups, but when we hung out all the time I felt like I I don't feel like I do belong. I feel like it's you and everyone else...and then there's me in the corner all by myself. I don't know what to do anymore. All of this has hurt me more than the ***** situation and that hurt me pretty bad. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't feel like you care anymore and I feel like I'm wasting my time even writing this to you. I still love you and I still hope we can work things out and things have been weird lately...and this is probably why because I've had all of this on my mind. I want to be able to call you my best friend again and know that you truely are my best friend.

Love always,

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Dear Father,

You're no dad. You're no daddy. You're lucky to be called father.

You are a complete bastard.

Your famous quote for the day:

"No more knowledge statements at the [dinner] table."

Wonderful. So we can't do anything basically. And you said this in a fucking IHOP.

You told me I couldn't drink all my drink. I got fucking FREE refills. You sat there and had four cups of coffee.

I hate you.

You can rot in hell.

You are such a bastard. Yelling, screaming, breaking things, making insane rules, making my life hell.

I never want to see you again.

I have no idea why the fuck you got married to what is my mother.

But she's a bitch. So it makes sense.

Go to hell.


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dear boy i'm meant to be with,

i can't wait until we meet.
sometimes when i feel really alone,
thinking of you
and how we're supposed to be together,
no matter what,
you need me too.

it makes me feel so much better.

i'll love you someday,
the girl you're meant to be with