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The reason I tried Pot that night was because you didn't have any faith in my ability to make my own decisions about my life. That's the only reason. I was working a plum job at a factory for 9 months before and you were keeping me from looking for a more suitable job for myself. I've felt stupid for 3 months and stupid at the moment, so I tried Pot on New Years Eve at that party on Midnight. I wish I didn't do that and I've never done that again. I knew who I was. I've spent my money on Kinks merchandise and not Pot. That was back in 1996.

You're beautiful, I don't know why I've felt this way for so long, but I do. I'd be an idiot if I said it wasn't your looks that makes me feel this way, because I've never had the courage to speak to you to know your personality. I've felt this way since before looks would have even mattered. Sometimes I feel I may have gotten over you, but sometimes I see you back in town, and I get that feeling again, like a mini heart attack, I feel so compelled and swept that I can barely even manage to say "Hi".

You'd better forget about what we said, so it can be normal again - I go on whenever I like. And you'd better let me on again later.

Why can't you ever show me any amount whatsoever of caring, compassion, kindness or understanding anymore? It's always got to be all about you and what you want, and if I dare to say anything to you about myself, my needs, my wishes or my feelings, you always get angry, insult everything I do, and throw me under the bus. I'm always expected to do everything you want, and you give me hell if I don't... but you never do anything I want in return. Somehow that doesn't seem fair to me at all.

Sorry you didn't give birth to or marry a robot that immediately obeys all of your demands without ever having any needs, wishes or feelings of its own, because that's what you REALLY want!

Please don't get up until much, much later.

You think you matter to me. you don't.

People like you are the reason why I isolate myself.

Here is how you get those things held together. See, it is actually very easy.

F*** you, a******.

One of these days you will realize that you have to grow up.

I feel guilty that I told the entire class that you were Gay that one afternoon during Music class in Grade 7. I'm the one who's Gay and I guess that's the reason that I've never gotten over it. You were such a great teacher and we both had the same accent and voice.

I saw you earlier today. I wanted to call out to you as if nothing had happened, but I knew if I said a word, that you would hide, so I didn't hide myself, and I didn't call to you. I was paralyzed... the feeling that I could at least see you for a few fleeting minutes, was too tempting for me to make a sound. The emotions that came back with seeing you, also, intensified... I felt like I had been coping, but in those moments, all of the fear and tears came back... and I realized, I'd just been locking the fear away and given you the key. You then noticed me, and hid... I really don't know why you should have to hide

If I want to, "appear," randomly, I have every right to do so. It is not as if sneaking is forbidden.

I just want my pants back.

This passive aggressive BS needs to stop. Just tell me straight up what's bothering you or tell me to leave you alone. The in-between crap is tiring and frankly, I won't tolerate it for much longer. You're lucky I've tolerated it this far.

Umm that sounds nice and all but Im afriad you wouldnt call me back the next day.