December 29th, 2004

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Dear Self,

Why do you keep doing these things to yourself? You know they aren't good for you. You know they hurt. So why must you continue hurting yourself in such ways? Why can't you just learn to accept who you are? Why can't you get any self-control? I honestly hate you.


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Dear Kay...

I thought we were Best Friends. I really did. I don't know how you could go and do something like that. I really don't... I know you liked him, but that's no-fuckin'-excuse. He was mine.

I don't think I can ever forgive you. I've done that too many times already.

Dear Andrew...

You couldn't stop her, could you? You had to play along with her mind games until the rest of us suffered. I hate you. I really, really hate you.