Dear Somebody,
Hey. Umm…Yeah. Awkward silence.
But, seriously. Hey. I've missed you, Somebody. I really hope you're doing fine. Sometimes I'll see you on the streets in my town and I want to wave out my car window and scream hello, but I know you'll give me a weird look like I belong in the white padded room.
Believe me; Been there, done that. Never going back.
Somebody, I have a question. Have you ever felt this way about that
one
special
person?
…
But then T.O.S.P. completely ignored you for bitch
in
a
stupid
fake-ass
mask
I
could
buy
for
99
cents
at
Party
City?
Yeah, me too.
I know it sounds majorly cheesy, but I've been through Hell and back with my friends just to get this guy to notice me. And now BIASFMICBF99CAPC (see above), who used to be a very good friend of mine, just had to go and be a…bitch.
Okay, I realize that I sound cheesy Cinderella-shitty story here, but I honestly don't get why she gets the guy while I sit and plan my rebellion in the shadows of the girls in line to admire him. I don't know how to feel about him. I don't know how to feel about her.
I don't know if I can even feel anymore.
Yesterday night, Mom stayed at work late, so I cried. I cut two inches off my hair in my deranged state. Of course, when he saw it he said it looked cute. BIASFMICBF99CAPC said it looked like crap, so I told her that that wasn't what her mother said last night. She called me immature and walked away.
I hope she falls down a deep well and Lassie refuses to save her.
Dearest Somebody, please help me. I see you out there with your grey scarf flying in every direction, your black trenchcoat that covers your butt as you walk away. I see your skinny jeans as you walk into the orange early spring sunset. You hum as you walk.
Were you even listening?
Love,
Hayley-Kiersten