a letter to the king of the kind ofs.

dear king,
i am kind of pretty.
kind of smart.
kind of nice.
kind of cool.
kind of funny.
kind of original.
but not enough to make a splash.
just kind of there.
kind of depressed.
kind of uninspired.
kind of burnt out.
kind of part of it.
kind of not.

another letter to.

dear,
i almost equally scared my life won't change.
i'll continue to live without meaning.
i don't know whats next, and im afraid it will be the same as now.
that scares me,
i don't know what to do.
ok.
bye.

a letter to my bff.

dear bff,
i remember in kindergarten when i was introduced to the idea of best friends.
someone who will always be there for me.
today you ditched me.
for beer.
thanks, man.
what you are doing is wrong.
and it bothers me to the bones.
you will never be able to control your life.
you will give him another chance until you die.
it's pathetic.
thats all.
yours,
me.

a letter to

dear,
today was one of the worst days of my life.
today, i hyperventilated.
i screamed.
i cried.
i couldn't feel my body.
i lost all hope.
and tomorrow the sun is going to rise.
and i have no idea what will happen.
i have never been so passive.
never been so scared.
i have no fucking idea what i'm going to next.

a letter to my grandpa.

you died last tuesday.
fuck.
it hasnt hit me yet. like at all.
i sat at your funeral and my eyes were dry.
i was sad, yea, but not properly.
and i cant say i have an idea of what to do.
i miss you though,
even though i dont realize you're dead.
im still sad.
you used to tell me how great i was.
i'm not.
you were.
and i love you.
and i miss you.
thanks for the doll house.

a letter to the editor.

i love you.

the end.

amen.

a letter to, im kind of sick of letters.

im losing my self confidence.
its slippng away slowly, i have based my life on the fact that i belive in me.
and now i am starting to lose even that.
and i dont know what to do about that.
b/c that is so utterly important.
i can feel it leaving, like a bird.
croaching down unfurling its wings.
oh look., there it goes.
and if it leaves me ill pick up the peices.
and try again.

a letter to society

you suck.
because i am 20 pounds underweight
yet i feel 500 pounds overweight.
i am skinny.
i feel fat.
you, my dear friend, society, suck balls.
i dont relize how much you control my life, my words, my every move.
but you do.
you make things cool and uncool.
and i hate you for that.
tight clothes and 00 sized jeans dont work for me.
bagggy loose clothing, does.
lets go with that one.
thankks.

a letter to my life.

im in love with you.
i forget sometimes.
but, i love you. i do.
i promise!
you are a mystery, but you really arent as scary in the end.
you really are great.
i have plans for you. big plans
so get ready, love.
you will be hated, loved, trampled, questioned, put through hell.
but in the end, i love you still <3

a letter to you.

fuck you.
ha! i have wanted to say that for longer than you could have imagined.
fuck you for making me feel guilty.
fuck you for making me feel incompetent.
fuck you for making me never being happy for more than two seconds.
fuck you for wanting more and more until i have nothing more to give.
and then fuck you for being unhappy with that.
fuck you for not holding yourself too the impossibly high standards you hold me to.
fuck you for always being unhappy.
FUCK YOU.
fuck you.
fuck you.

a letter to the twisters of fate...?

i've stopped reading, and writing, and doing.
i dunno why.
when i write, it feels less inspired.
and im scared.
is it too late to relize my dream?
my dream is to write.
thats all i ever wanted to do.
and even though im not now,
i will.
the road has just begun,
and it will keep going, even if my feet refuse to walk it.
it will still unfold before me.
and someday soon i'll began to drag my feet.
and then i'll powerwalk.
and jog.
then, i'll run, until i break into a sprint.
and then i'll be happy.

a letter to you, you're a jackass.

you used to rule the world.
but now, you're nothing more than a boy.
i used to be so infatuated.
but not anymore! :)
im through with you!
and im so happy.
im moving on.
to someone who will like me back.
(or at least im trying. im almost done with you!)
and it has been hard, and will be hard.
but im almost done with you!
and i couldnt be happier,
(well maybe i could be, if we were going out)
but i digress.
im done with you.
:) :) :)
FIN

a letter to you.

im sorry i didn't remember.
im sorry i dont remember.
i want to.
more than anything.
i wish i did.
and im sorry.

a letter to one, two, three. people

i want you to come after me.
like when i say no, just leave.
or when i walk away,
i want you to follow me, i want you to fight for me.
i want you to think im worth it to you.
but im starting to think i never will be.
but whatever.
your lose.