Dear me,

Please stop caring and loving her, as she will never return the feelings.

Also, please learn to be social and happy with oneself.

Thanks.

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Dear myself,

You need to stop thinking about her, like before. . . Other then that, you're awesome. I wish I was as cool as you.

-- Me.

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but we are an elite race of our own;
the stoners, junkies and freaks

Oh that's a good one.

Dear Me,

Please talk to people more, they won't bite. Stop hiding behind people out of fear, it just makes them hate you more and think you're a snobby, stuck up bitch. Being social really isn't that hard. Normal people do it all the time. *nods*

Also, learn to love yourself damn you. So you're fat and ugly and a loser, you're still lovable. Really. Just for once, learn to accept your flaws and live with them. Love your positive features. Stop focusing on all the negative in your life. Not everything is as bad as you make it sound. Pick yourself up and keep going. You can do it.

<3

Me.

P.s. Quit whining. Things could be worse.

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Dear Me,

Stop being so hard on yourself. Be happy with your best, thats all you can do. Stop comparing yourself to others, and just be yourself. If others dont like it, thats their problem. Someone will come around, they are already starting to. You are better off then you were not too long ago. Hang in there.

Dear me,

Remember to go to the drugstore tomorrow to get some shaving cream. Your legs are getting hairy, and you're going to the beach on the weekend.

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BUFFY: Because... Okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m... or, enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then... that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.

haha, Dear Me. sounds.fun.

*thinking...*
Dear Me,
You're listening to 'Breathe No More, Demos'...sounds better then Fallen.or.concert.version.
btw what the fuck are you doing, getting yourself tons of neg reps. way to go way to go. mf.
aaaaaahhh...so, whats up?
hm.nothing much.. you got to get your self some sleep. this damn hot weather...but there are clouds finally today. waiting for rain. and cold weather. sitting here with only shorts on..and cross neckless around your neck.great.
you fell..like you dont have anything to do. trying to find some thread here..find yourself one. soon you'll be off falling in half-coma on a bed..
hm..anyway...something to put in here..

Dear Me,

I know how much you hate genetics and your fucked up childhood. Look at where they've got you. You're a sick fucking paranoid mess. And because of this, you're beginning to lose the most important thing to you. You know it, but for some reason you just can't let this all go.

Good Lord you're fucked up.

Get well soon (or worse, so you can really justify going to live in that padded room you've so often imagined yourself in),
Me.

Ps: Go eat something. He wants you to.

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Dear me,

Despite what you believe, you are a good person and should be proud of that. Nothing you've done is worth this self destruction. And I know she makes you hurt at times, but you know she makes you feel like flying others too. So go on, you talked to her, let her decide what she wants to be for you, and be yourself.

PS: Don't be the pot calling the kettle black, go eat, it hurts her when you don't

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