the random confessions of a teenager
Ad 2:
2002-06-14 01:24:53 (UTC)

Letter to C

I'm writing this letter to let you know what you make me
feel like. After all, you call yourself one of my best
friends, you may as well hear it. But just hear me out, ok?

When we were younger, we did a lot of stuff together. I had
fun. But as we're getting older, I don't think you
understand me. I try to talk to you about how I'm feeling
and you just brush it off. [], I'm not exactly the world's
happiest person.

When was the last time we sat down and had an actual talk?
[], can you name the one thing that gets me through every
day? Can you name the one thing that's gotten me through
life, becoming the air that I breathe, the one thing that
keeps me alive each day, the thing that I would die

Do you know why I love Rent so much? Here's a hint: It's
NOT for the hot guys. Why, when I listen to the soundtrack,
do I break down in tears?

Do you know my hopes, my dreams, my aspirations?
Hell...what color hair do I have?

[], I'll be frank. I'll be honest. I'll be blunt. You.
make. me. feel. like. shit.

It's true, you know.

I never feel like I can live up to your expectations, which
in turn, makes me feel like I can't live up to MINE. [], I
know how you're doing in school, but I also know that you
don't go to an academic school, and I've seen your tests. I
took those tests in seventh grade. And you've seen my
tests, and I've seen your face when you said they were
really hard. So don't go on and on about how upset you were
with that 97 you got on the test. My self-esteem is already
in shambles.


***now if i only had the guts to give that to her***