October 17, 2013
Dear Charlie,
My Belongings
I belong with you
And you belong with me
And to feel belonged
Is to feel endless love for free
Can I belong to you?
So I don’t have to pay this price
Because too many girls sell themselves short
And it costs some of them their lives
So can we belong together?
Like the ocean and the shore
And oh how the shore always comes back
to kiss the ocean floor
Because they belong together
And so do we
But even when I’m as deep as the ocean
There’s still no “you and me”
I started writing this during lunch today because one of my friends was upset and I'm more into writing than listening to drama. The funny thing about her is that she's really nice to me but not the greatest to everyone else. And sometimes I want to tell her that but I'm afraid I'll be treated just as badly as she treats other people if I do. And I think that's why no-one says anything to her. Because of fear.
She went to my middle school and she was really sweet. I think that's how we became friends. But there was an incident in the 7th grade and since then, I've seen a decline in compassion and an uprise in the need for popularity. But a teacher once told me that "What's right, isn't always what's popular. And what's popular, isn't always what's right." I really like that.
I miss a lot of my friends from middle school. I still talk to a lot of them but its not the same. We don't go through things together anymore. Except a few exceptions.
Days like these I miss Julia. A lot.
Love always, Alia
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