Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Sometime in May

I have to talk to you. First of all, I’m sorry about the phone calls but I would have found some way to make them no matter what. And you’re not in trouble.

You didn’t mean what you said before right? Because especially since I offered to clean the room for you, right? I’m really sorry about this, but I get upset.

And you’re not in trouble because in all due respect, I would have fond some way to make those phone calls, during any other class.

Please don’t get me upset. You don’t know and I mean this, I really do, but I rely on you to be nice to me. I need you to be nice to me. When I come to school every day, I know that there will be at least 3 people who will be nice to me. Because I can’t rely on my mother, or my classmates, but I do rely on you. Okay, I’m just sensitive. I can’t have you getting me upset, because it really blows me away and I’m very upset now. Please, please be nice to me. I really need it.

You were probably just kidding right? You see I’m not responsive to kidding.

You have to understand something please. You said you understand me, right? And I won’t say anything more about it.

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