REALLY
Wait a few months my ass.
Ass hat.
Wait a few months my ass.
Ass hat.
Wait a few months my ass.
Mars told me.
I'm just
I'm not mad at her
But you just
Why
Ass hat.
And yet I feel so freed at the same time
But still
Ass hat.













I thought I would put it in a language you would understand.
But in case it wasn't clear enough.
I'm angry.
At you.
And her.
Fuck. You.
I feel betrayed.
Alienated.
So have a nice life.
Asshat.
I HATE ALL THIS WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME WHY CAN'T I JUST GET OVER YOU WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME BACK BUT I DON'T WANT MARS TO GET HURT BUT BUT
I'M CONFUSED AND PART OF ME IS JUST LIKE GO DATE SOMEONE ELSE BUT THEY WON'T BE YOU AND YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME WHAT IF I CAN'T FIND SOMEONE AS AWESOME AS YOU I DON'T THINK MARS WILL SHARE
I miss you, papabear.
-Mamabear
PS I hope you know that if you hurt her... Well you better learn to sleep with one eye open. I will go all hormonal on your ass and you know how I can be when I'm like that.
You've been far away from me
Another land across the sea
And all this time my heart's been breaking
Just waiting 'round and aching
For a letter or a telegram
Telling me how sweet I am
You swear your heart will never roam
So 'til you come back home
I'll wear your colors my dear
Until you're standing right here
Next to the one who adores you
Whose heart is beating for you
Like the lighthouse guides a shipwrecked sailor
Safely from the sea
I'll wear your colors
'Til you come back home to me
I'm hoping you return the glow
I'm just making sure you know
That no matter how, no matter when
You come back to me again
You'll realize this love is strong
As it has been all along
For miles and miles can't come between
The kind of love we've seen
I'll wear your colors my dear
Until you're standing right here
Next to the one who adores you
Whose heart is beating for you
Like the lighthouse guides a shipwrecked sailor
Safely from the sea
I'll wear your colors
'Til you come back home to me
(Kazoo solo)
I'll wear your colors my dear
Until you're standing right here
Next to the one who adores you
Whose heart is beating for you
Like the lighthouse guides a shipwrecked sailor
Safely from the sea
I'll wear your colors
'Til you come back home to me
I'll wear your colors
'Til you come back home to me
I'll wear your colors
'Til you come back home to me
I miss you, Sailor.
-Me
I got onto Skippy's account to do something and I saw that you changed your fucking profile picture and I just
I got all angry and sad and hurt again and I just
YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SO ADORABLE.
STOP.
JUST STOP.
WITH THE FACES AND THE SLKFJLSKDJFLSKDJFS
STOP.
I can't deal with this.
I miss you.
I'm angry at Marisa. Like.
I don't know.
I'm angry at you too.
You just.
You asshats.
Yesterday was day 60. I did it and I'm damn proud of myself.
I don't think I'll contact you though. I mean if you have anything to say to me, that's fine, but.
I just don't think being friends will actually work out. I can't just sit and watch you date her.
I'm not even sure I can be friends wit her anymore. I don't go to Dunkin' Donuts anymore with them.
I don't belong there. And I never really did.
To be honest, I've realized that you're kind of a snobby bunch. I don't want any part of it.
Except Ben. Ben isn't so bad, really.
So this might be some sort of goodbye.
Goodbye, I guess.
I thought I was done posting here but I guess not.
I just, I was dreaming about you last night and like.
So much in my life has changed.
So many things I wish I could tell you about.
Like, how I listen to metal now, like Sonata Arctica and Nightwish.
Or about the Scottish Pirate Metal band, Alestorm.
Or how they toured with a band called Destiny Potato.
I know you'd laugh.
Or about my friend Alyssa, who I've been hanging out with lately.
She's the one that got me into metal.
Sigh.
I don't know what to do.
I mean like, I'll be honest, I met a cute guy who I have quite a bit in common with who I really like but... like, I know I'm not ready yet and...
Well
I think I might still be somewhat in love with you and...
I dunno.
Nevermind.
I miss you.
~Molly
I didn't think I'd be able to be friends with you, but now I'm not so sure.
Like. I think I could do it.
I'm thinking about texting you. I probably shouldn't but.
Who knows?