dear A, you’re mean. you realize it. you keep on going with the cruelty. and i’m done with it. unless you become less of a bitch, i’m out. i’m dead serious. -your disillusioned “best friend” Related Post Dear Best Friend, Don’t tell me tomorrow your phone died. I guess this is me giving up.
I don’t know why you’re supposed to do this, but I heard a long time ago that if you look at the clock and see 11:11, you’re supposed to make a wish. It looks like it’s wish time. But what to wish for…? I could wish for world peace, but that’s not likely to happen
dear best friends, my name is unimportant. if i needed to identify myself, it would be with you three. throughout high school i’ve been identified, known, and even labeled because of my friendship with you. at the moment, i think you hate me. you know i’m paranoid, and you know i’m not currently happy, so
It’s oddly funny how I hold on, hold on with all my might, just to those memories we had. The good ones. Even the bad. The bad ones remind me that what we had was real, that you felt it, too. Finding you years ago seems, not years ago, but lifetimes. A stolen glance is
You will never read this letter becasue I dont even think you know what this site is. If you do happen across this site you probably won’t know that I’m talking to you. You will just read this and consider it and scroll down as i do with all the letters. I do however stop
YOU’RE A FUCK TARD. YOU DON’T GET HOW MUCH I LOVE SEEING YOUR NAME. Seeing you! It kills me that you ignore my messages, that are POURING my heart out to you. And Only you. No one else. You just don’t understand it’s killing me. I’m falling harder and harder for you, but it seems