Monday, November 8, 2010
As girls we act a little nutso sometimes, but since I am a female I get to complain about the males.
I don't care that you are limited in money, I'll pay you can pay me back later if you really must; I just want to spend time with you!
If you're stressing out. Talk to me. We're supposed to be friends. Friends vent to each other and give advice or just listen.
You know if you're ever scared, mad, confused, happy, sad, whatever...you can tell me. I will listen and if you need help, I will do my best to help.
I realize long distance can be hard, and we've been doing just fine so far. But I don't know what goes on there, only what you tell me, and you don't know everything that goes on here. I tell you practically everything, but I don't want to make you homesick, or make you feel like you're missing out.
I was hit on yesterday by a boy I work with and you know what? I could care less, because all I could think about was you. You're different. That's why I like you, a lot. As confusing as I am to you sometimes and you to me, I do truly like you.
Dear boy, please tell me you're still coming to your town of birth this weekend.
Sorry guys, today is a hard day for some reason.