Dear person I’m jealous I’m of,
It’s so stupid how the two people I’m jealous of are my own sisters. I don’t want to feel like this, but who can control this kind of feeling inside you? The jealousy I have for you both takes over my actions. It makes me look like I hate you both but I don’t, I promise I don’t. Though I know it doesn’t matter what I say, you both will still think I hate you. I only thing I hate is how I can never be like ether of you. You’re both so gorgeous, everyone knows it, but then there’s me. I’m fucking disgusting to look at, I’m one piece of a shit excuse for a Hastings girl and everyone knows that too. I want to have a bunch of friends like both of you not just two people that grew up with me and probably learned to live with the fact that I was always going to be around. I want to be loved by the family. While dad is close to one, mom is close to the other. Where do I go? I don’t fit in this perfect family. I’m only a waste of space here and that’ll never change. You’ll both be perfect, while I’ll always be nothing.
Dera best friend,
Hey bitches. I’m definitely not going to get all emotional in this letter and explain how much you both mean to me so don’t get your hopes up. You guys can annoy the shit out of me, especially when you drag me out of my room to go to stupid ass parties, but then there’s times where I can tolerate you. Nah but for real you guys are pretty awesome. Love ya shitheads!
I’m not in love with you or anything, but I gotta admit I kinda like you a little more than I should. You’ve always been so sweet to me and holy shit you’re really hot, but all you do is hook up with that annoying ass bitch. I’m really not sure what you see in her but I guess that’s none of my business. I don’t know what else I’m supposed to say. I don’t have a million reasons on why I like you, this kind of just happened so… yeah.
I love you, I really do. I know it doesn’t seem like it and people may tell you I hate you, but I don’t, I just don’t understand why you always feel the need to change me. Aren’t I good enough for you? I know I’m not like you but isn’t being different a good thing? It seems like all you care about is your social status in the town. We’re the Hastings family, it’s not like we’re gonna have a bad rep. All I want is for you to look at me and say, your beautiful just the way you are and you don’t need to change anything about yourself. I don’t want to be such a disappointment to you anymore.
Dear ex boyfriend
You don’t fucking exist. H a h a
Dear Marie fucking Ellis,
I think I’ve pretty much told you everything I need to say to your face. You know I hate you and I know you hate me. There’s not really much to say here that hasn’t already been said. You act like your hot shit, flirt around with my friends, and get all of Luke attention, and yet you still get away with it. I’m waiting for the day when someone knocks some sense into you, or maybe I can just knock you out. I can beat your ass anyday. xoxo
Love Forever and Always,
WILL WRITE ABOUT THE FOLLOWING, LEAVE ONE IN MY ASK BOX.
- Dear person I hate,
- Dear person I like,
- Dear ex boyfriend,
- Dear ex girlfriend,
- Dear ex datemate
- Dear ex bestfriend,
- Dear bestfriend,
- Dear *anyone*,
- Dear Santa,
- Dear mom,
- Dear dad,
- Dear future me,
- Dear past me,
- Dear person I’m jealous of,
- Dear person I had a crush on,
- Dear girlfriend
- Dear boyfriend
- Dear datemate
- Dear pet
That would be funny if I had ugly features. But I don’t. I’m 100% perfect and you’re 100% jealous.
Holy shit, it’s amazing how stupid you could be.