Dear 'clients',
Yeah. I'm getting tired of the bull. I mean, of course I'm your friend. I'm bound to help you with your issues, but have you ever thought that maybe I'd like to be asked about my problems? You don't have to fix my issues. That's something nobody, but myself, can do. But at least you could talk to me about them. I mean...if you do ask, I probably won't tell you. Just because I'm like that. I don't necessarily tell everybody everything. But sometimes it would be nice to know that I haven't been forgotten, that ya'll aren't using me, and that everything will be alright. Assurance really helps a girl like me. And you people know this. You apparently just don't care. And even if you don't ask about my problems, you could ask about my life...whats new...what classes I have in school. It honestly wouldn't hurt you.
'The Frustrated Doctor'
Mom,
Yes. You. Becky, Rebecca, Mother...uh huh. I know that you are probably reading this because you always read what I write online and in my journal if I leave it in your sight. Its a thing called privacy. Ever heard of it? No...apparently not. I don't like it when you check up on me. I mean...whats the worst I could be doing ONLINE?!?!? I mean...the worst stuff you would find...is a few cuss words, and well my humor. But you already know about the humor. No, you didn't know about the cussing...but you would have found out sooner or later. I mean...you read everything I put anywhere. I mean...on the Dis, my myspace, my facebook, my website, and on my computer journal. Which...I have no clue how you get to that. You have to have a password to get into it. And reading over my shoulder, and standing like 3 inches away from me while I'm typing...not cool. Yeah, I may do it sometimes, but I'm young. It's normal for me to be curious, not you. If you want to know about something in my life that your not sure about JUST ASK. I will not with hold any information whatsoever. Trust me. The only thing I may not tell you about to your face is how I really feel about you, your husband, your ex-husband, or any boy I like. Yeah...there are reasons. I won't tell you how I feel about you because I'm not exactly sure how I feel about you at this moment in time. I mean...you think I keep some pretty deep dark secrets look at you. From that one thing you told me...I'm not sure I want to believe anything you ever say as long as I live. Yes...something that minor can do something that major. And about your husband...wow. Well if I told you what I really thought about him, you'd be wanting to divorce me. And not him...which I think you should. Ex...well I might like him one day you despise him and you'll be pissed at me. And vis versa. And the whole boy thing...if I told you about one guy I like you'd want to know every single little detail about him. How I know him, and all this other jazz. I know that this is pretty sporadic, but there are a lot of things i feel as if you should know and I don't know how to intertwine them...sorry. BUT every time you say your going to kick Mr. Hubby out...you never do. Live up to your word one day. That would help to regain your trust. And just because I live with you doesn't mean I have to be....friendly. Not many teenagers are. Mkaythnx.
Your Daughter.
My mothers husband,
Just because you cleaned the kitchen, and the bathroom DOES NOT mean your off my list. You don't make me happy. Nope...not a bit. So...this is really all I have to say to you...
Your wifes daughter..
ps...it'll take a whole lot to get you on my list again.
Dear Steven,
For a carsellsmen...your alright. I mean...honestly your the nicest, funniest person thats ever sold this family a car. Too bad about that dent in the fender though. Yeah...I thought that there was something that was going to get done to that...Well we're coming to see you tomorrow. About my mothers paystubs. Hope your ready for some fun. Yeah...my mother going to crack on you and that dent a lot...trust me I know.
Little Miss....as everybody that works with you calls me...
Dear Stupid Little Bugs,
Please leave my house. Yeah...I know, your getting in through the window because the fan is on and your getting sucked in here...but can't you also leave...that window is two ways. And trust me...ya'll can fit out. Theres a hole big enough. And...when I'm typing and you are walking all over the computer screen its annoying.
THE GIANT!
Dear Music, Typing, ect,
Your all I have left...Please don't fail on my now. I need you. And I have a feeling I'll be needing you a lot this up coming year. I mean...9th grade...I'll need a lot of stress releaving.
Me.
Dear Keyboard, and People of the Dis,
I'm really sorry about typing sooo very much and taking up so much space...but I feel a little less stressed now.
Haylea, ms.tinkerpoo