Dear Sir,

I yelled in the car. So I wouldn't yell on here. But seriously.

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What the hell!?

Dear Yellow,

I don't fully comprehend why you are being stupid right now. Well, I suppose technically you were always stupid, it's just manifesting itself at the moment.

How can you demand sympathy from friends when you are unwilling/unable to try and understand their situation? On top of that, how can you not care that that affects other people in a negative fashion?

I really wanna think you aren't that dumb.  You are such an intelligent person. How are you not at least somewhat street smart? I talked to someone today about you and I now realize you have been like this for a while.

You think you need to put up walls. And if someone gets past the wall you seem to be under the impression that you no longer need to filter your mouth. But I need to tell you sister; there be a ton of lead dripping out.

I don't know if talking to you would even help. I want you to be a better person than this but you can't help someone unless the awknowledge the fact that they need it. I'm just afraid if you don't at least start working on being a nicer friend soon, you are gonna loose friendships that you need. People will only put up with crappy treatment for so long before they walk. So I'd get on that.

Before you're left alone with your premiums.

Dear Oakes,

I miss you. A lot and all the time. I see you and I miss you. I don't see you and I miss you. Like I said.

All. The. Time.

"Dance Anthem of the 80's" popped up on my iPod. I have been trying to avoid this song. You know why. I hear it and I think of when I showed you the song, sitting on my bed, and you started grooving to it. It got past the beginning "you-ou-ou-ou ah-ah-ah-are so swe-ee-ee-eet" and you got this big smile on your face.

I miss that happy smile. I don't see it anymore. It makes me sad to think that it's possible that it never happens anymore. It has to, right? You can't just stop smiling. It's not like drinking or eating sweets. Not something you can help. It's involuntary. Well, it is when your open to it. Are you not open to it?

Went on a tangent. Pulling it back in. I miss you. But I can't say it. Friends advise against it. I don't know that it's a good idea either. I don't know that I can be what you need, what you deserve. I'm working on it. Maybe someday...you know. If you wanted me back.