To you.
What do you want from me? This is cannot answer. And this you won't tell me. Maybe can you not answer either? Tell me, please when you do.
From, me.
I talked to someone today. On msn. An old friend. No, not Brian, though I talked to him briefly twice today. He is contemplating on my future career. In piano, singing, and violin. Thank god he forgot about the clarinet of mine. I was so pissed at it yesterday. I found it. In my closet. No, well I wasn't looking for it intentionally, I was actually looking for an old yearbook that I miss placed and I was looking for these pair of shoes, too, when i stumbled upon it. So I decided to take it out, just incase I wanted to find where it was later on in life. Why? I have no idea, but my next year classes has band and chorus on it, so just incase. I opened the case and it reeked. Have you ever smelt a clarinet that hasn't been opened in a while? My cleaning thing broke, but it's not nasty looking. It actually looks new! But it was squeaking and crap and wouldn't let me play the CONCERNING HOBBITS LOTR song. I know it was me and the reed, but I banged it anyway. It didn't get me anywhere either.
Anyway, the person I talked to shall remain nameless, incase they read this or stumble across it, from someone with the address at school. SO I wrote an unsent letter to him.
I have another unsent letter on my mind. It's easy for me-poems, haikus, songs, unsent letters. Mostly letters. For I can just say it. Though some people read them. And look at me in astonishment.
Dear You,
I shall not post your name, but you know who you are. Look, I'm sorry. I never meant to break your heart. I didn't know you really loved me, because you told everyone else, but not me. I now know it was because you never had the bravery to say it. Those are three big words that mean much. After I told you I didn't want to be together and deynied it whenever someone asked, I say I am sorry. So then we drifted, and didn't really speak. And so, you hated me for not knowing it and believing and denying. For I am sorry now...can you ever forgive me? You didn't write back to the note I sent you...do you still care? Now I am the fool, saying I'm sorry and I miss you...how could you ask her? So the lez is your girlfriend now, just to get back at me? It's hurtful. And I hate you...and miss you...and love you. Please, just go. Just go. For I don't know what I am or want anymore. Just...go.
From Me
the girl
i'm lorelai. brown hair. tall. 15 years old. bisexual and proud of it. wiccan. coffee & cereal addict. creative. lives for music and friends. irish. wants to fuck craig parker and keith. make fair trade. want more? see my eljay
loves
steal away. coldplay. stars. christie. music. friends. cutting. piano. magic. shoes. reading. lotr. harry potter. writing. piercings. tattoos. swearing. true love. my sisters
loves
school. liars. matt. people who think they're 'all that'. abercrombie. boy bands. hilary duff. rap music. commercials. homophobics. hot weather. unrequited love. jerks. lawn work. pain.