Dear E,
You and your geeky friends took my lunch table today, leaving me and my friends between a bunch of popular ass holes. Thanks for that! (sarcasm)
My friends saw the cuts today. I didn't try to deny it though. There's no point in try to, they already know.
You told her that you're a bad guy, and that we shouldn't care about you. Your not bad, I know your not. And no matter what you do or say I will always care about you.
Tasneem told me that he still likes me. You know, the freshman. You both have me so confused, it's not even funny. One day your trying to get me to look at you, I fall even more in love. The next day he's telling my best friend that he loves me. Why can't you guys just play rock paper scissors or something. Who ever wins 2 out of 3 can have my heart, even if you don't want it.
You looked at me in band class today. I don't think you knew that I noticed. You glanced at me and just stared at your music the rest of class. Can I ask you something? Am I really that ugly? So ugly that you can't stand to look at me?! If I could hide my face from my family I would cut there too. I'd slice my face up and walk up to you and ask "Am I pretty enough now?" But that would just get me more weird looks, and more people making fun of me.
You said you can't care about us. Can't or Don't? I have a feeling in my stomach that I hate. It's butterflies, and thinking the answer is Don't.
I don't get why you talk to all my friends that you have classes with except me! What about me?! (Something I've been thinking a lot lately.) I just don't get it. And I'm afraid one day I won't want to know. One day I'll forget you, or worse, forget how I've felt about you. Then again, if all these marks make real bad scars i'll never forget.
