Saturday, November 24, 2012

Miss Love- letter two




Dear Sir,




      It is so strange to think about. I mean the future and all. The future of the world. Sometimes I wonder how people can be so mean to each other. I don't really get why people can't just realize that everyone is different. No one is the same. Who cares if some one is in love with someone of the same sex? Is it just as well that they can love. The most beautiful thing is knowing love. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever know love. Maybe I already do or maybe I truly never will really know it. It sounds so wonderful. Yet I refuse to let my heart know hate. My step sister I really feel so bad for her, because all she knows is hate. If things aren't her way or you try to correct her on it she gets so mad and angry. She tries to make you look or fell like you are the bad one. She did that to me on a few accounts. I never got a sorry. I was working on debate stuff, and I needed the downstairs lighting. I had the TV on, and my step sister turned it on for what ever reason. She said that I had it on, but I had went to the bathroom. Then I got yelled at for using the TV to much. That was when I used profane words. I told my step dad to go fuck himself, and that his daughter was a bitch. I also told him that he was totally one sided. That I was working on my debate for that Saturday. I was clearly down stairs first. That she had a perfectly good TV in her room with Dish. Her argument was that it was too small. My mom made me even more mad when she just sat there. Ashley taunted me she always tried make my life not so nice. One day she told me that I was smart but I could never keep a job. Yet she was the Jobless one. I know how to keep my jobs. I know how to be nice yet still get what I want. She did not understand that. I don't talk to her much, and now her father is disappointed in her. He tried for a long time to hold her up and make her look as good as me. It is hard I guess. Weird I normally don't talk about her. I get really mad, and I don't like that. I don't hate her, I just feel sorry for her.



Sign,

Miss Love

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