Dear Pookie, I want to write a letter to a younger you, to youth, to a younger me. I want to tell you so many things, but most of all I want to tell you that you don’t need to wear all that make up. When your momma tells you to go upstairs and change,
Read more →Dear Friend, We met only months ago but it feels like it’s been so much longer. You know more about me than anyone here. You have made me fall in love with music and writing again, two things that I thought I had lost complete passion for. I can’t believe that you weren’t in my
Read more →How can anyone be as mean as you are? You hate and hate and hate and hate then the second anyone complains, you make fun of them. You hurt me, and I’ll never forget that, though I’m sure you already have. It’s been almost a year since you started all of that unnecessary drama; you’ve
Read more →Dear New Kid, As much as I shouldn’t, I think I love you. We’ve hardly talked, and maybe it’s a fault of mine for having such a hard crush on you, but I want you to recognize me here. When I smile towards you in the hallway you never look, when I pass by you,
Read more →who know me and love me, or have a vague memory of me before I left. To those who have asked or wonder to themselves how I lost so much weight in my year away. I am bulimic. I half want somebody to notice, which is why I’m saying this i suppose. But if you
Read more →I honestly thought after talking to you, and you listening and realizing you were wrong…that things might actually change. no scratch that. i put my heart and soul into the thought that things might change. we got off the phone like you would do better, like i would never have to have this conversation with
Read more →I’d like to start out by saying, contrary to the title, you USED to think about me quite often, and it made me very happy. You’re pretty good at making this awkward, clumsy, confused, and hopelessly in love teenage girl feel happy. However, you also make me feel a range of other emotions that are
Read more →Dear boy I’ve been in love with for 3 years, I’m going to confess my love to you by graffiting it on a wall. Hope you don’t mind. Love, Cristy
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