A Letter to A Person I Hate and Love

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Feb. 6, 2014

Entry Number Two

Dear 30 Day Diary,

Okay, so today, I’m here to write a letter. I mean, this already looks like a letter but meh. I feel creative and plus, the school year’s bout to end anyway.

TO: Joice/Elisse

From: Me {Tonton ;D }

Dear Eli,

            The first time I sat next to you in class, I thought that you were really nice and that soon, I’ll feel pretty comfortable with you. And I did. Before we get to that though, let’s start from the very beginning. My first impression of you was, well… popular? I don’t exactly remember but I think that you were pretty menacing back then. But as I got to know you, I realized that you were really nice and shy. You were really nice back then. But now? –sigh- Anyways, when I sat next to you last semester, I thought ‘oh hey! It’s the girl again!’ I thought nothing of it at first but as time went by, we started talking more and it all started with you asking me for advice. Now, we talk all the time and I know that you find me annoying, but I want to let you know that you’re more annoying.

Why?

I hate how you’d tickle me nowadays. Watch your back though, I’m just waiting for the right moment to strike

You won’t lend me paper

You could be annoying at times

Your voice sucks

Your voice on phone sounds sooo… different. I like the telephone voice better than your real life voice

You always take the side of Rachel.

Tsundere bitch

When I move your shit you always get so menstruated pissed. I mean c’mon you have a place for things under your chair for a reason.

You won’t remove your hair tie

You always talk about being an American. Racist bitch.

You hate it when I swear.

The list could go on from there. But of course, there are also the same number of reasons why I like you ;)

I like your food

You could be innocently cute at times

You’re funny

Refer to number one.

I really love your pafki

Bring more pafki

You could design really well

Erm… that’s all I got.

Yours truly,

Ezelle Lucienne

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