April 6th, 2006


(no subject)


You're being ridiculous. I hate it when you get like this. You know you're one of my cloest friends, but sometimes you just get so completely irrational. I can't make sense of any of the things you're feeling and neither can you, it seems. Every little thing is a grievous insult and every compliment or apology isn't meant or isn't accepted.

You're just lashing out at everyone, these days. I used to hate it when it was everyone except me, and I hate it all the more now that I'm included in their numbers. I want the happy, kind, and accepting person I knew. I'm willing to do just about anything to help. Just please, stop being angry. Explain what it is you want. And don't be so damned discouraged.


Dear Carl,

Stop being a distant ass hole.


P.S. Women are psychotic. All of them.