Oh yay, thanks. Nice thread! ^.^ But you'll probably regret this.
To Erin.
Would you grow up? Take your meds, you KNOW you need to, and sooner or later you're going to get caught doing your acid or your angel dust or whatever the hell it is you're on.
To Becky.
I'm not going to change. Deal with it.
To Chris.
Three years, and I haven't spoken a ****ing word to you. I haven't even looked at you. Shut up, and stop pretending I like you. There is clearly no ****ing reason why you still think you can use me again. All I have to say to you now is "Go jump in a barrel of acid."
To my parents.
It's gone. Over. Done. I get it, I was STUPID to do that, but it's DONE, it's OVER, and I GET THAT YOU ARE DISAPPOINTED IN ME. I get that no matter what I do that I think is good enough, it will never be satisfactory for you. I get that no matter how high I set my standards, yours will always be higher. I get that you wish someone else, someone normal, someone perfect was your daughter. But I'm NOT. So DEAL with it. Oh, wait, you CAN'T. Because you don't care enough to bother to know me in the first place. You say you love me. You say you're sorry. But apologies are just words. YOu disregard everything I say as the rantings of some stupid teenager who doesn't know what she's talking about. I REALLY have problems. I know I do. It's just too bad that you don't know. You obvioulsy can't see what's in front of you that I have vainly tried to hide, and that is that I need help with this. But you can't see that. And you never will. Because you've never even thought about considering thinking that maybe I am not an exact clone of you, that maybe who and what I am and how I do things has nothing to do with you. Maybe I disagree with you politically. That's my right. SHUT UP. And I will eat when I'm hungry, thank you.
To Will.
Do you think I don't know? I know everything, you sick ****. I know about it ALL. I know how you used her and threw her away, and when she tried to tell someone, you almost killed her. So I guess what I did was only fair, doncha think?
To the illegal immigrants.
We don't let people steal iPods. We don't let them kill. We don't let anyone do a lot of things because of one simple reason, and that's because they're illegal. So don't think that what you're doing doesn't count.
To my ex-boyfriend.
Stop calling me. I don't like you. I never will.
To my Biology teacher.
Why did you call her? Okay, you called her because of my grade. But to call her AT WORK. NO.
To something. That I don't particularly want to talk about.
I am not going to pick you up, and I am not going to put you to my skin, or anyone else's. I am NOT, NOT going to-
To everyone (not on the board, though. You guys are cool).
shut up shut up shut up and stop talking to me like you know EVERYTHING. shut up and quit acting like I am INFERIOR BECAUSE OF A NUMBER. I am NOT a NUMBER. stop treating me like one.
To three people.
Love me. Please? Because I can't think about anything else right now, and this hole in my chest won't go away, and I can't close it up. Take me away with you. I want to be with you forever and ever. Please? Love me? Please, love me, even just a little bit. Because I'm alone, and a lot of my friends aren't my friends, and the ones that are my friends "don't like me that way." Love me, because I love you.