Dec 7, 2006
Hey. Hi! I know it’s been a long time, 6 months, since we met. But I have missed you and I couldn’t let my pride or embarrassment about not writing you get in the way.
How are you? I’ve been thinking about you a lot and been wishing that you find you way ... your happiness. OK! I know you are happy and dig everything but sometimes I feel, man, that you just let everything pass you by because you are too afraid to show you care.
That’s why I thought you didn’t care about me. I mean the time you covered me with that blanket the time time I showed up naked in your bedroom. It was sooo cool. Because I thought you’d fuck me and you didn’t. It was just like an American television show. You just wrapped me up and walked away. That’s cool.
So, as I was trying to say. You are sooooooo wonderful. But I’m just a freak. I’m continuously worried about what you think about me, though you never say, about my my parents, about my friends, about my life.
Anyway, I wanted to say that I thought once we could be together. But, tonight, on my birthday, when my friends pitched in together to get me a FUCKING HOT prostitute, I just wanted you to know. I’m not over you. But you are never gonna get anything from me every.
Oh, that felt good.
P.S. Tell your Mother that it’s over too.