Dear Santa… Dear Santa, This year I’ve been busy! In June I broke joeyshithead‘s X-Box (-12 points). Last Wednesday I pushed ravvivato in the mud (-17 points). Last Tuesday I gave andyoukissback a kidney (1000 points). In November I put gum in shadesofsummer‘s hair (-12 points). Last week I committed genocide… Sorry about that, aliceinabox [...]
letters
i once told someone that being your friend was like being in a relationship. he disagreed with me, yet this same person was every rift that ever came between us. we always had it coming; maybe i was just the flame that finally ignited the fuse. yet i don’t see how all of this is [...]
i can’t remember the last time i smiled so wide or the last time i had butterflies about a boy. tonight was amazing. the best part was when we danced to “afternoon delight” and you touched my hands. it was just like in my dream the other night when i slipped my fingers into yours. [...]
you told me i never say much here anymore, so this one’s all for you. i had a lot of fun just hanging out with you today. i didn’t really realize it before this afternoon, but i haven’t seen your face since before christmas. and even though it had been a long time, when you [...]
to boy #5: sometimes you remind me of me, but with a boy’s face masking a girl’s emotions. we feel the same way so often recently. i know so much about you and yet so little. monday night at 4am you said, “you’re one of the most attractive people i know, kristen.” i get that [...]
i miss you and your green(!) eyes. and your hair. you’re so beautiful and it hurts to look at you and know i can’t call you mine anymore. at least for now, but quite possibly for ever. it’s kind of a horrible thought. and it’s difficult for me to comprehend that we aren’t together anymore, [...]
i don’t know what has become of us. we became so close in the shortest amount of time and now you won’t even speak to me and you no longer look me in the eye. i talk to you the way i talk to my ex-boyfriends (cautiously, that is). three weeks ago i slept with [...]
yesterday a letter arrived in my mailbox, and my stomach has not stopped catapaulting since. what does it all mean? why yesterday? why now? what does this mean to you? what do i mean to you? today i’m going to meet you. & i am terrified.
