My pathetic letter to Sarah.
Im sorry Im such a fucking ass, self-centered little prick, who sits in a corner. Im tired, my contacts make my head ache, and Im Jealous. Okay. Okay. I just wanna rebel, and give a stone wall, and cut everything off and not respond to you. I know Im fucking stupid, I know I really havent changed at all in this respect, and FUCK I want to, but Im this way, I guess?. I wish, I wonder: do I get jealous because I cant have you, because you flirt with him and hes a nice guy and deserves you more than me, and you watch him change shirts, and youre flirty, like with anyone, and I wonder why I do this to myself, why cant I just be me, why cant I not care about these sort of things and realize how very small they are in scheme of things.
But Im Angry. Im tired, and I want to see you by myself, and I think Im boring. And self-loathing, and self-centered, and this whole thing is stupid, I know that. I wanted to hang out alone, I want your attention, your love (I know) and Im a fucking high schooler.
Start over.
Youre the most gorgeous girl, cute, sexy, flirty, and I dont know my feelings, and I get envious, and you know all this, why am I explaining. Im sorry already for this letter, Im sorry for being an ass, Im sorry that Im so fucking delicate around you.
Im not a man around you, Im a fucking woman, and I dont miss writing these letters.
I just wanted to hang out. And Im sorry. And I dont even know what Id do if I got you, and I dont fucking like this, IM A FUCKING KID.
Its late, lets blame it on that.
I like that Killers song. I feel underneath all college people. (Except those friends of <3 Lizzy <3 that walked in, they make me not like girls.)
Do I even like you, like that? Who was it, someone left me a note the other day that said I read somewhere once that people don’t stop loving one another. They just learn to live without that person in their lives. It’s about taking it one day at a time, and knowing that you’re not alone. Take care, that whole thing. I like your voice, your tone, your moves, your bag of ties, your clock, you. I feel separate from you. I hold your hand for a moment and cant hold on because Im scared of if you dont want me to, I want to put my arm around you and feel weird about it because its me.
I dont like moves, and trying them on girls, and I cant. I try to imagine kissing you sometimes, (very nice shirt today) and its like I cant, like the picture just wont focus. Do I have feelings for you?, yes. What are they based on?, no idea.
Im going on and on.
Why are you so special to me? Why cant you just mean nothing so I can move on.
This doesnt happen everyday. Just my jealousy tonight.
In the bible, doesnt it say jealousy is the opposite of love? Im very sorry. Maybe its just a warped version of love.
Im going to stop being jealous now. I just want your attention.
Im not a loser, I just act like one.
Youre a very good friend, Sarah Moore. Im sorry that I sometimes get confused. Ive tried to stop for so long.
Love, your elementary school friend,
Jon Strong.
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