a note

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this is a note i wrote at the begining of the year and forgot about, i just found it going through random computer files. it takes odd twists and turns and i have changed the name of the recipient of the note. because he is here and can see it. and he will know it is for him without me haveing to put his name in it.

Submitted: June 03, 2007

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Someone [or anyone],

Wow. I can't believe I'm writing this. I miss you. I haven't seen you in so long. I haven't talked to you in so long. Do you even remember me? I'm the girl that kept bothering you and watching you and dreaming about you this past year. I miss you so much. Why don't you ever come to practice on Thursdays? Do you really hate me that much? Am I really that awful? I don't want to be pitiful and grovel and beg, but I can't change what I am. Believe me, I want to. I want to be one of those fabulous slutty bitches that get everything they want and dream of. Why can't I? I miss you even more now that Kevin's left. You probably don't even remember me. You probably think of me as a depressing bitch. Or worse, I'm just a random girl that wouldn't stop crushing on you. Well you know what; I can't help what I am. I seriously need to get drunk or baked or both just so everyone can see me for who I really am. Do you think getting high is contagious? I had this dream that I was baked and I felt like I was soaring...in the water...then suddenly I was running through a field of weeds...with you...still baked...and we were holding hands...and laughing...then we were in a moon-bounce... and it deflated... and you disappeared and I was left crying. I also dreamed that everyone that was in Indy was at a swim meet and I was swimming the 200IM. But I started swimming backstroke a 25 too soon. For some reason Sarah was in my lane. And I realized that I had started back too soon so I swam a 75 back instead of a 50. When Kevin saw that I had realize this he yelled waydago!. I woke up and I started crying. Because I'm never going to see Kevin again. At a meet or at practice.

 

I miss you.

Love, me.


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