Dear certain friends,
No, just because I seem to write sad poems more than happy ones does not mean I'm sad. Stop thinking what I write represents my life. It doesn't.
Kayla.
Dear school,
Please don't stick me with all the kids I can't stand next year. Please. This year was terribly annoying and I don't know how much more of them I can handle. They make the rudest comments and are so disrespectful.
Thank you,
Kayla.
Dear Olivia,
I loveth you.
You're the only one who listens when I talk and I can talk about the most controversial topics and even if we don't agree we don't care. If it was anybody else they'd get all angry and hate me for my opinion. I like how I never get into fights with you and how you know enough to have an informative conversation about politics, and other topics. Wooh.
Meepz,
Kayla.
Dear Kayla,
I laugh at how you type all these long messages and end up deleting them. Oh well, it makes you feel better.
Love,
Yourself.