dear tall blonde fella
there is a reason its called "love"
its because of the way i smile when i smell u on my tshirt.
its the way the stars shine brighter on the long walk home tonight.
its the way we need to kiss goodbye more then once while standing in your doorway.
its the way i feel right now.
unconditionally, your favorite dreadhead
please come home and stop smoking so much crack
also stop doing interviews with vh1
they are making you look dumb
Look. I know that you don't want anything to do with Ms. Lafave anymore, but I have to say that it's not my job to tell her that. I'm still a member of the band. You don't wanna be, well good for you. I just hope you don't miss it too much-even if you do, then don't tell me about it. Because you made your bed and you can lie in it. I know that that sounds cruel, but I feel you've taken the cowards way out. And I'm frustrated with you. We've talked twice this week, and all of a sudden, it's my job to tell the director you don't wanna be in it? I don't think so. If you don't want to continue, you can let her know yourself. Now go screw off. Please and thank you. I'm getting sick of how you fall apart when things don't go your way. Oh, and great job on completely screwing up the Phantom Mask...it's going to have a giant hole where you were, and you were a point. You defined it. So thanks for making us look like sh!t on the field, by not being there.
I'm still your friend...if you want me to be. It seems that you don't, and I'm not sure I understand why. We just got a decent friendship back, but you have so many other friends that I'm not important to you, at least I don't feel important to you. But whatever. I've got more friends, and if you don't need me, then I don't need you. But I'm not going to be used as a last resort. I just won't be. You've been decent as a friend so far, but I'm just wondering how it's going to be later, when you get busy, and when I get busy. Oh well. We'll see how things go.
I'm not the messenger this time. I've been it before to tell you things, and you overreacted to them. Oh well. That's your fault.