Dear...everyone,

I feel as if I can't talk to you any of you any more. Do you hear me? Any of you. It doesn't have anything to do with what you have done or haven't done for me. It's not that you aren't wonderful or warm or kind.

I'm just afraid of your motives. What if your only reason for listening to me is so I will listen to you later? What if you only help me because you don't want to hurt me? You're being polite? Or because we used to be friends? I'm scared that the only reason you comfort me is because it's "right" or... because it will benefit you in some way. Or maybe... maybe it's for your own games. Maybe you just think it's fun to try and figure me out.

Well you know what? I'm tired of being read and played with. I am not an object of your amusement. I'm a person. I have feelings. There is so much that I want to say, but since I've started questioning the loyalty of human beings... I'm afraid to say things. Love is always conditional. I'm afraid of saying something that will cross the line. I'm afraid if I'm too sullen or moody or cynical you won't love me any more. Or perhaps you didn't ever love me at all.

For the love of God, don't treat me like you care if you don't.

Dear you,

We are having a baby. I'm glad you finally realized that and stepped up. But words are cheap. You say "oh, we'll get a place and get married" but all I hear is "blahblahblah." because you've said that shit before. I love you, and you're so adorable always touching my stomach and going around telling everyone im having your kid. Even if it is embarressing. But still. I'm not going to trust anything you say until it happens. Oh and that bar you go to all the time? Wooooww. I didn't anything special about it when I finally went saturday. You need to stop basically living there because if we do move in together, im not letting you in if you come home drunk when we have the baby. :] no god damned way.

love,
me.

Dear Ariel,

Why the hell would you think that I want to be bitten on the first "date"? I mean seriously stop it with your ridiculous vampire fetish. You bite me I'm going to fucking punch you. And yes, right in the motherfucking mouth. If you even think about touching me anywhere, I don't care if it's my hand or my hair, you're going to die. If you try to kiss me, you're going down. Honestly, don't touch me because I tend to react badly when touched...and not in a good way.


Yours Truly,
Me.

Current Mood: pissed off

Dear You,

I already assumed you were a self absorbed, lying, heartless, little bitch. Thank you for just proving my theory. While I'm enjoying being right about you I'm not enjoy the circumstances.