frank,
it's weird how i'm in love with you, right? even though you hate me, and you have a boyfriend. nevermind, my feelings don't matter anymore - it's yours that i'm focusing on.
i saw gerard flirting with another guy today. i was going to tell you but you pushed me and told me to leave. you can be stupid sometimes, i admit, but it's okay. nobodies perfect.
i am not going to show you these letters. think of it as a coping mechanism for me, so i don't have to hide all my feelings. i'm never going to tell you and never going to show you these, ever. unless we ever get together in the future. probably not, but it's worth a shot.
we're total opposites, i know that. i'm the nerd/stoner who has a few close friends and i happen to be not known by many people because i bunk off so much. and you're the football player with a hot boyfriend and everything you want. cliche.
i don't know what to write to you, honestly. maybe just that i love you and i think you're pretty cute? i don't know, anyway, i'm tired and my dad's yelling again.
bye.
