Soft-More

there is a lot of things i could say at the moment. i could yell, or scream and tell you how stupid you're being.

but i won't. i am done.

i am done trying to tell you what you already know. i Do care. okay? whatever thought you had in your mind that made you think i didn't, should be thrown away.

i am sick of you picking at me. your hair is weird. your outfit doesn't match. your eyebrows. your this and that. i am sick of it.

sorry i don't want to be preppy molly like every other girl in utah. sorry I AM DIFFERENT.

ya, totally a rebel..you made out with some ugly senior. whoop-de-freakin-doo. so happy for you.

i should say more. but you can figure it out.

i'm tired of being second choice. of being "the girl with mattie".
there was plenty of reason i went in my whole don't talk to mattie thing.

one of them being that i've never felt like you were being a true friend.

i know i've been blunt, and rude. i couldn't hold it in any longer. ya, you'll probably cry, but you always do that. i have all the right to feel this way. but whatever.
you're still my friend..i'm just not all that happy with the way you have treated me. i deserve better than that, and you know it.


-kara