Dear certain bass in choir,
I think we can consider ourselves fairly good friends. At least I
think so, but since you started acting fucking WEIRD after our
glorious bus date that one day on tour, I knew something was up. Yes,
I had a huge crush on you. I wish I had realized my feelings for you
sooner (as of in like a year sooner) because I feel like then I would
have had a chance.
Well, who am I kidding. Of course I wouldn’t have had a chance. I take
a look at who you’re dating now, and realize that I’m just apparently
not hot enough for you. If you’re into anorexic, overly-tanned girls
who look like they’re 12, then great. People tell me I should be able
to get anyone I want, and I wanted you. You lost your chance forever,
so screw you! I hope someday you can realize what you’re missing.
You’ll never have a chance again.
I would try and list qualities about you that I can’t stand, or think
are awful, but I honestly cannot think of any which is pathetic on my
part. Except of course the fact that I am DISGUSTED with your choice
of a girlfriend. I hope she dumps you in a brutal manner someday.
PS – I am too fabulous for you anyways.