1) Pick 10 people.
2) List 1-10 below the rules what you want to say to each one of these friends and a plz without disclosing their names
3)You can't use the same plz twice
4) Post and tag 5 friends.
You annoy me, and yet, I like you a lot (not romantic, just friend). I wanted to be friends with you in 6th, and then in 7th I got to know you better. In 8th we were close. And then this year...
What the hell happened? We're so close, and yet I feel like I know nothing about you.
I feel comfortable talking to you on Gmail. But things get weird in real life. And then when I go on your tumblr? Forget it.
So here's what I've decided: I'll give you your space; I won't bother you on that website. Because that is your personal space.
But one question before I go: Do you dislike me or do you dislike what I stand for? Do you dislike me or the fact that I'm straight, and rich, and a girl, and I will never have to deal with the oppression you will?
But, I guess it doesn't matter, because I will never ask you this.
I love you with all of my heart. You're sweet and kind, charming and funny. You have a soul unlike any other. But I don't deserve you.
In the car today, with my fingers wrapped around your's, I thought of all the terrible things I've done to you. Of when I made you cry, and made fun of you. When I turned my back on you.
And yet you still forgive me.
I don't deserve your forgiveness.
I mean, I don't help you. (I probably even started your asthma)
But as long as you want me around, no matter how sad I get, it will be you who I stay on this earth for.
You were my first best friend! You were also nice to me, and we just clicked. You got me involved in books: some good (Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, Harry Potter) and some bad (Twilight). You got me introduced to new people who like me even today (D, T, and H).
And then you moved: but it was okay, you had a phone and an email, so we could keep in touch. And I texted you. And I waited. And eventually I forgot about it. But then texted me, and I was so excited! So I texted you back, and I got no response. So I decided to text you a week or two later. And it turned out I had a wrong number. You had changed your phone number and forgotten to tell me. So I talked about it to our other friend, and she gave me your new number.
I texted you there, and asked you about it. And you responded a few days later, saying you'd forgotten. You were sorry. So I forgave you. And then I emailed you. And I texted you again. And you came back out here, and you couldn't see to find time to see me: our schedules just didn't match up. But everyone else got to see you.
I don't know when it happened, but I realized one day, that I hadn't texted you in months, and I didn't care.
You know, it's funny, just the other day T asked if I knew if you were coming back this year. (It was all I could do not to spit in his face).
I guess what I'm trying to say is this: you had your time. And now it's up, and I don't care anymore what happens to you.
It was you I missed most when I moved. And it was you who I kept in touch with.
I will always accept you, no matter what happens. You allow me to disregard this shell of seriousness and maturity I've set up. It's you who make me laugh and feel good.
You are one of my shining lights. I just giggle and laugh when I'm on the phone with you.
Buddy, I can't wait to see you in August, and in the mean time, I'm counting the days.
Friends. That's the word that rolls around my mind whenever I see you. And what I desperately want to add is "boy" before it to make it one, sweet word.
But instead I blush and stammer, and repeat the same stories. And I'm your friend. I guess that's what I'll always be because I'm too embarrassed to ask you to be more. Because I'm ugly, and also because, even if I wasn't, I'm not allowed to date (and I'm not a rebel).
So I just sit and think and yearn. And I do nothing. But I think how perfect you'd be for me. For so many reasons.
But most likely, I'll let you slip passed. And I will just regret.
You're an idiot. You have so much, and yet you give nothing. You take and take and make your family miserable, but you never change. You never stop eating, and you NEVER exercise, so you butt gets wider and wider, and your self-confidence goes down more and more, and you cry more and more, but then you snap at anyone who tries to help.
And at night, you whisper to yourself that it's because you're stuck. You tell yourself that there's a little glass cage and that you're afraid to break. But don't you know that if you just reach out you'll see there's nothing there?
But I guess I shouldn't complain either. I haven't found a way to break it either.
Okay, so truthfully, I don't even know why I am writing this to you. I mean, I guess I do, but it's not like you play a big part in my life.
I guess what I want to say is this: be happy for what you have.
I mean, you're beautiful, and smart, and popular, and everyone knows you're name. You look good and are in shape, and are the definition of perfect. But I can also see that tiny weight of pressure weighing down on you. It's hard to see unless you look directly. But I would take it all. I would trade with you.
Maybe I just wrote this letter so I could give the advice I gave to you to myself.
I always feel so bad for you. Knowing that your parents think you're disturbed? I probably would be gone by now.
I'm pretty sure you think that I judge you, but actually, you're one of the people left I don't judge.
But here's what pisses me off: why don't you talk?
Oh sure, you talk all the time.
But why don't you TALK. I mean about the important issues.
I feel as though every time you stay silent on what matters, or brush it off, I can see a little more into your future.
And I don't like what I see.
You shouldn't like it either.
So you were in my science and math class in 6th, but I had no idea who you were. But then in 7th, we had 5 classes together, so we started to talk. And then we realized: we were perfect for each other! We so many things in common!
And then you wanted me to go to summer camp with you. It was overnight, so it'd be my first time away from home (besides for Outdoor School). I was hesitant, but you convinced me. My parents agreed, but my mother wasn't too happy to have me gone so long. But you promised that everything would turn out okay, we'd get a stronger friendship. So I went.
I don't even know what happened anymore, but you ignored, and I got mad, and you got mad. AND YOU RUINED EVERYTHING.
I guess it doesn't matter now. I said I wasn't angry anymore. But I am. I won't forgive you.
For the first time ever, it wasn't my fault.
You love her. I can see it.
I tell myself that you like a lot of girls (and I know you do: you've told me a few) but her.
She's the one you really like. I don't know why I'm jealous. I tell myself I don't like you, and I almost had myself convinced, but then... I saw you look at her.
My little china boy. So sweet, so ready to fall in love.
(with anyone besides for me)
I wish I could let you go, but I can't seem to. But my love for you seems to be disappearing. Maybe by the end of next year, it'll be gone.
A girl can dream, can't she.