I wrote you a letter. I wrote and wrote until all my frustrations and sadness were down on paper, visible to any eye. I read and revised the three pages. I allowed myself to indulge in reminisce for a minute, no longer. I ripped up the letter and let it fall into the ocean. Was going to be it, this was the part where the tragedy turns light and the heroine walks away with a slight knowing smile.
Why, why must I still dream of you? —…
This article appears in Aug 5-11, 2010.
another boring break up story?
You’re an emo loser.
I wish my lawn was Emo. Then it could cut itself.
Did our over-polluted waters need to have your paper floating in to make you feel better? Mother Nature ain’t happy with your sorry ass!
Re-writing your frustrations just frustrated the fuck out of me so you deserve to be miserable.
Perhaps next time you should use the same keyboard you used to submit this Bitch and when done DELETE the fucker.
Homer Simpson would say, “Borrrrinng!”
“Why can’t I forget the past, start loving someone new
Instead of having sweet dreams about you.”
~The Immortal Patsy Cline
“Love Stinks”
~The J. Geils Band
I’d rather someone vent on paper than to me. Nice idea, OP. Now STFU, learn to recycle and move on.
Better to vent on paper than keyboard lest you pull a Craig Ferguson and accidently send your fine collection of vent letters to all the recipients! Hehehehe…silly Scotsman!
Great.
Some emo brat littering the ocean. Fuck you, OP!
What is wrong with these bitches from emo freaks? No one gives a sweet damn so do us a favor and jump in the Harbour.