Mark

"So in the end was it worth it? Jesus Christ, how irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last day of summer and i've been left out in the cold with no way to get back in. I'll grant you i've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they're making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime i've left pieces of my heart here and there and now there's almost not enough to stay alive, but I force a smile knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door."

Dear you...Yes, all three of you bastards.

Liz: I hear your voice and I forgive you. I don't know why. I keeping hearing that you're a liar and a cheat and that you don't love me. I wish I could see it for myself, but as we live in different towns...well. That's sadly impossible. (and another reason for me to be weary.)

P.S. It's over.

Kevin: I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE!!! I'M GAY! GET USED TO IT! I bat for the other team, my door swings the other way, I take the path less traveled. I'm interested in other women in a romantic fashion. I'm a faggot, homo, queer, lezzy, lesbo, dyke, take your pick. Just quit trying to get into my pants. Please? Pretty please?

Kyle: I'm sorry I broke your heart all those years ago. I'm even more sorry that you still love me. I feel like I should put a caution sign on my head saying, "Warning! Heartbreaker." I knew you had feelings for me last year when we were, regretablly, fighting over your girlfriend. She used to tell me that you would sometimes ask her why she couldn't be like me. I know you love me Kyle...But I've moved on in my life. Maybe in another reality, we could have been happy. But even if I hadn't moved on, the distance would kill me. 2 hours away? I could never do that. That doesn't mean we can't still be friends, I love your sense of humor, your unique way of looking at the world. But we can't date again. Ever

Signed,
Me

- Hey, that sounds like Creed.

- I never thought I'd be happy to hear anything that sounds like Creed.

Dear you,

I don't understand why you would coax me into talking about our compatibility when not only are you over halfway across the country, you also have a girlfriend. A girlfriend who I assured could trust me, even though I distrust her for hacking you and then telling me not to talk to you anymore, even though we hadn't talked in ages at that time. Just because you're fighting with her right now doesn't give you the right to come and dangle yourself in front of me. I do like you, I always have - ever since we were little, but I don't think either of us is much good at relationships. We both get nervous of losing the person we care for and then rush things too much in attempt to keep them close. It's kind of messed up. Despite everything, I really do hope things between you and her work out. Stay happy, hun.

Your friend,
Shell.

You just got killed by a Daewoo Lanos, motherfucker!

"I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of bubblegum."

KAT STRATFORD: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Dear You,

I wish, I wish, I wish, so hard, that you'll die of alcohol poisoning by the end of the week.

And Dear Your Spawn,

I hope he dies via high blood pressure and heart attack; in fact, I wish and hope and beg that he dies within the next two or three days, in an excruciatingly painful method of fate.

Why did I bother coming home?

Signed,

... Well, really, you don't deserve my attention anymore. So nevermind that bit..

He kissed me.

When?

One Christmas Eve. And for one perfect moment, my own little life was as big as I ever wanted it to be. To have someone so close to you that they're inside of you when you're feeling small and scared and so ... disappointed in yourself. And when I look at your father, I know how lucky my sister must be. Because he made all my dreams come true for her.

"You cant just keep popping up and telling me what to do!I know your dead and so do the police!"

DIET COKE!!!

Dear you,

Shut up, fuck you, and it's not only my fault.

Couldn't write this with any less love in the heart,
Me.

Dear you,

I dunno. Would you call me a friend or an obligation? To me it's looking like the latter.

Whatever,
Me.

dear you,

please, dear god. give it a break for five minutes to talk to me? it's not that hard.

in disbelief over this,
me.

Dear Cellphone Comapny;

    Go screw yourself. There is no way I racked up $3500 by going on the internet on my iphone. Also, your representatives have NO right to treat me with such rudeness when I've just been told I owe you guys a rediculous amount of money, especially when they won't give me a detailed reason as to why I owe you guys that much.


Yours truly,

   me

dear you:

i think you are really creepy... and now that i don't work there anymore i won't have to see you. no,i don't care that you were a chef in arizona your stories are completely borring. you are a creepy guy who needs to find some friends and quit hitting on people half your age. i was nice because it was in my job description... sorry? I mean you are nice but i get some hella wierd vibes from you.

best of luck mr. creepy arizona dude,
me

i like to dissect girls. did you know i'm utterly insane?

KATYA: "it's been very nice wasting time with you, pierre peders."
PIERRE: "you too, cunt-ya!"

It's almost a shame to smoke it. It's like killing a unicorn...with, like, a bomb.

"How about gang rape? We used to play gang rape, used to pretend like we were firemen, or how you used to cut yourself with an exacto blade? Thought you were a vampire all through eighth grade. How about the fact that Jonah and Robert have been sleeping together for three years? Or how Ann's mother used to tie her hands together so she wouldn't touch herself anymore or how I pissed all over myself at that spelling bee in third grade, or how Aaron puked when you got your period in fifth? What about the fact that Price cheated on us on spring break and gave everyone crabs. How about that? We're a fucking awesome family."

dear you,

"hey, you." i love to hear you say that after we haven't seen each other or talked to each other for a couple of days. it is so romantic, and it just makes my heart melt into a million pieces. even if everything around me is terrible, i still know that i have you to fall into and that you care about me so much, sometimes it hurts us. my body physically aches for you all the time and waking up in your arms brought me to tears. i know that everybody hates us and thinks we are pathetic but i really don't care about them because what do they know? remember when you stayed up with me all night and sang me my favorite songs, just because? remember that night in your backyard? that special, special night? god, i just love your and your stupid faces so damn much and i just want you, and everyone else to know. i'm yours, forever and ever, even if you don't know it.