dear liv.

i am sick of you throwing your money in my face. it makes me feel like shit. i am sick of you acting like youre smarter than me. i have a better GPA than you even though we're evenly matched. i am sick of you making everything a competition. it isn't. i had soccer. that was my ONE thing i had that you couldnt beat me at, and now you think you can walk right in my life and take that from me too.

sorry if i am on edge with you all the time, but i am sick of you competing with me about everything. i am done talking about this and dealing with you saying a treat you like shit when you hurt me just as much even if i don't show it. i give you the cold shoulder at times because i would rather not talk than say something i am going to regret.

i would show you this blog, but i am sure you'd pick apart everything i say. every point i make and every grammar mistake i fake. i am done. i dont want to deal with trying to live up to you. sorry i dont have a life threatening disease that makes everyone feel sorry for me.

also, i think it is sad that i have a lot of anger towards other people, but you, my supposed best friend, now have the longest entry on this blog of all time. kudos to you. i guess you defeated me in yet another way.

dear tyler.

i want you to want to talk to me about things. it isnt okay to blow my whole family off and make things awkward. it isnt okay to blow me off. i want you to let me help. i want to be able to tell you this.

dear mike.

im mad at you. im mad that you always cross my mind at the most random moments. im mad that you probably went on with life like nothing ever happened between us but for some reason i will never be able to let you go. im mad that i cant cry on tyler's shoulder about how shitty i feel about you leaving me because i don't want him to feel like he isn't important. i hate the way that you left me here.

alone.