Sunday, October 19, 2003

I want to feel vindictive and hateful. I want to rant and rave, but I know how futile it is. I also don't want to hurt anyone who night stumble across this. So, I am composing a letter that might help you all understand how I feel right now without naming someone or telling what is entirely going on.

I don't know why you hate me. I don't know why you called me a bitch. I don't understand why you seeth and grimace when I am present in the same room as you. I don't know why you are jealous, boy-crazy, or why you talk to my friends about me. You think you are better than me... think again.

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