a letter to the economy.

fix yourself, on account of we OBVIOUSLY have no idea what to do. and im only 14, i want to live as an adult in an as good of and hopefully better world when i grow up. I'm pretty scared. so....hey, when you get a chance.......fix yourself.

a letter i write in shame to all the LOVLEY PEOPLE at "the view"

Now, i ll start of by saying i dont watch your show, and I feel stupid for writng this letter on such a trivial thing. (unless you have someone i like on it, which is very seldom) I dont usally watch talk shows, so dont take it personally. but then again, maybe you should, because yours how is the last talk show in the world i would watch. (no offense, of corse) You have fights like everyday, and i mean, really? who didnt see that one coming. You're a bunch of head strong women (who i think are great, headstrong women i mean) and your talking about things that matter, sometimes, which means contriversial. So, let me make this simple. HSWomen+contreversy=FAILURE. your show sucks. you cant get along and you never will.
With Respect, Elizabeth Harris.

a letter to you and you, also a sad note.

i'm glad you werent there.

 you are a party pooper, you always have been.

 and to one of you: the case was  i was just so enamored by you i didnt care if you pooped my party. so long as you were there, at my party. 

 and the other i just wanted to be someones favorite person, and i dont even think i ever was. 

but, i digress 

 you both are party poopers, and i want to party, and i was so dimmed by your shadow, so im done hanging with the party poopers.  Im tired of sitting in the corner when i want to dance. 

my party will never be pooped again by you or anyone else. 

sorry if i pooped on you're party. by emancipating myself.

a letter of relazation

so the other day in sunday school, we read in the Bible the be attitudes, (blessed are the peace makers, the do gooders ect.) and those were awe inspiring for sure, but the one that hit me went a little something like "blessed are those you are truly happy with who they are" ( i dunno what the direct quote was) and at first i was like oh, it means when were the most perfect we could possibly be we are blessed, but i dont think it means that. i think we should still aim for that, but if were happy being medicore, then maybe were blessed, if we are truly happy with that, then maybe we have something that we who strive for perfection dont have. i want to love who i am. so here are some things im cool with.
1) im still kinda afraid of the dark, but im ok with that.
2) i am obsessed with my cat
3) im tall and akward.
4) im not popular
5) sometimes im a little anti social.
and yea, there are plenty of things that i dont like about myself, but there are plenty of thngs i do like about myself.
Sincerly, Zibby

a letter to myself.

hi. how are you? do you know? you keep thinking about it, wondering if its true, but i know deep down inside you (i) know its not true, and youve been telling yourself for months to stop thinking about it, and you still are, and in doing so convinced yourself it might be true, but its not, your being fearful and stupid. so stop, now. im freeing you, me. your free to stop thinking about it, and then next month year decade youll look back and think "i was so stupid" because you were. stop now, because your convincing yourself into something thats not true, and its inmportant that you dont convince yourself. so stop. ready? 5 4 3 2 1. YOU'RE DONE.

a letter to america.

stop fighting. please.... between each other and other countries. verbally, with fist, were all the same, all humans. you have no excuse. let us unite and stop fighting. we as america are not in the position to make enemies, so let us make friends. lets throw in the playground bully badge, and go swing with Iraq, give our lunch money to African countries, welcome newcomers, and embrace change. lets be friends.

a letter to you: you were never the person you were supposed to be.

sometimes, i get so angry at you. I really don't want to be angry at you, but i am. You're supposed to be there, your supposed to love me and tell me you do. You dont. You have been depresed for so long, and you cant pull yourself out of it, and it is affecting everyone you love. Sometimes, I find myself surfing that wave, i feel like my board is about to tip and im going to fall into the ocean, and then maybe ill be like you, and drown in the depression, but then i remember what your doing to your loved ones, how you act, what you've failed to do, and i realize, i cant do that, because thats not fair, and i cant be mad at you, and thne do it myself. You are a horrible role model, and you've failed at all the jobs your supposed to do. You dont understand how much i resent you, because youve left a gap in my life no one else can fill. you need to suck it up, start paddaling, and start living. listen, be slow to anger, and live your life teaching lessons, with words and with actions.

a letter to those who listen.

thank you. you are the unsung heros of this world. without your listening the world would be in chaos, there are few of you who listen well, and you are people who like to share. You few special people are loved, and cherished but not nearly enough. Still, Im A talker, i talk when i should listen, and so now im going to talk. You know when you have those moments where everything is relized? well ive had a share of those moments, God has sent them my way, and i notice them, and for a day or two i live life diffrently, but then, unfortuantly, i go back to living my medicore life, and i dont understand, again, i just had one of those "aa ha" moments, and yet im still living as i have for years, whats up with that? thanks for listening, listeners.