I am back. Haha. Seems like I have been gone for a day (I just posted). But, whatever. I know that person's reading this, or probably will, God knows when, and I'd like that person to know how I really feel. And no, it is not the boy with the same hands as I do.
Dear Dear, (AHAHAHA. Dear. I used to call her dear. But then, I used to call everyone dear too.)
I miss you, miss you so bad. I hope you can hear me, oh it's so sad. Sounds familiar? Yeah, it's Avril Lavigne's song. Whose title I forgot. As far as I can remember, she dedicated that song to her GrandPa. Too bad I lost her latest CD. By that, I mean her Underneath My Skin CD. Where did that go?
OKAY. Before I go on blabbing about stuff not-related to this, I really really want to tell you...
I MISS YOU.
A LOT. You have no idea how much. Really. Honestly, no one has any idea how much. Because you are honestly the only person that I trusted so much. But you're gone, so I don't know who to trust anymore.
It was very selfish for me to do that. I know. But remember that every person in this world of ours seeks happiness. Too bad I found that happiness in him. Which would be a rather silly thing to say right now, as he is the root of all my non-concentration. But whatever, I rest my case.
GOD, I can't say anything but I miss you. It pains me everytime I see you. I used to be in their place. Now, I'm just one of the audience. You were the only non-male person that made me cry. Oh, and those candies were goood. Even if they got stuck in my braces.
I made mistakes, and so did you. I feel uncomfortable saying that you made mistakes as well, but thinking about it, it's rather fair. You told a gazillion people about it, and I made a mistake of liking him. Don't deny it, I'm such a sleuth that I can be the future Sherlocka Holmesa. Peace to the people from Baker St.
Oh God, what a desperate thing to do to win you back.
Things have changed. I guess this is what people say, "letting go"
I love you, bf.
take me to mt. splashmore,
vicky.
P.S. What the hell is up with Y!M? And yes, I still have no topic for that essay in the Chronicles. Yes, I have finally achieved my dream of working in the school newspaper. I had one desperate try, but it ended up sounding like it was meant to be posted here, and not for my beloved to see.
Lo and behold, I am wanting to go to mount splashmore. In case you don't know where Mt. Splashmore is, don't ask me. I don't know where it is either. I just heard it from Bart and Lisa.
P.P.S/P.S.S. Which letter do you repeat anyway? =)) That boy has got really nice hands. Really. Never seen any hand like his. Except for my hand, which looks like his at first glance. God, I'm getting narcisstic with this Blogging. Oh goodie, a boost for my self-esteem.
I feel like writing a letter to the boy who has really nice hands. Eww, not again.
