Dear Olivia

Dear Olivia,

I think everything’s fine except for the running and school.  But really everything might be just going good.  And now that I’ve said that it will all turn to shit, but hey, y’know brighter skies tomorrow.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

Stress is practically over, except for the running and the ACTs that I still haven’t taken.  But yeah practically over.

WTF my sister is looking over my shoulder. Ho bag. TTYL.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

I took my SATs today.  I think I bombed it.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

Something’s wrong with her, we don’t know what.  But she’s not talking and I’m not going to talk at her.  But I debated for two minutes whether I should pick her up in this torrential downpour.

I let her walk in the rain, a good backdrop to her life story.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

Textin’ the Texan again.  Ally and I told him we were dating.  Ah, young love.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

Her name is Ally.  She’s cute.  I might like her.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

I sort of just got asked to my first official typical high school party tonight… not sort of I really did.  Sort of is such a useless phrase.  Bud I did.  And I declined.

Why the hell, you ask?  Because I have morality issues.  That part I’m not certain why.  Maybe I’m terrified of the repercussions, yeah that’s it I’ll go with that.

Michael asked me.  I like his presence.  He’s a looker too, so you know that’s great.  But he keeps damn bugging me about it.  I bet he just texted me right now… yup I’m spot-on.  Not that my phone is ringing off the hook constantly these days.  He’s kind of the only person I talk to on the cellular.  Besides like Beans.  Demi texted me today I forgot.  But I fell asleep.  Shit I’m a terrible friend.

And Chupa oh my god what am I going to do about her.  I love her too much.

But what am I gonna do!  He’s a bad influence.  Their parties are the kind of parties advertised on MTV, just low-key and no one gets knocked up.  ’Cuz we live in Bremerton.

I’M A TEENAGER FOR ONCE.  A living, breathing teen.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

I’m nearly dead.  My fingers are about to fall off with this frequent guitaring.  I have a newfound respect for those who play stringed instruments.  My eyes are probably going to fall out of their sockets any time now, just give ‘em a moment…

I’m so tired.  And pretty angry.  Relishing in the feelings of previous days.

The sun is out the sky is blue.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

Sorry sorry sorry I know it has been a while.  How’s it going?

KIDDING.  You don’t answer this shit.

But it’s coooool.  Never expected ya to.  That’s the beauty.  There aren’t any expectations for this.

You know what.  I’ll answer that question.  It’s been going swell, seriously and I’m not just saying that sarcastically as a refute to your unwillingness to reply!!  Kidding again.

But yeah, it’s good.  I’m good.  It’s spring break, well break is almost over.  Way to make me feel like a douche bag ‘cuz I haven’t updated in forever.

Yesterday I got a crepe in Kingston.  That’s like forty-five minutes away mind you.  It was my six months but I still haven’t taken anyone.  ’Cept the occasional Chupa to the tennis courts.  She is such a stickler for the law man.

I got nothin’, O.  Sorry.

XOXO,
M 

Dear Olivia,

I’m in a bathroom acquiring a sickness I just got over. My ears are ringing and my eyes are so tired.

O, I don’t think I’m happy anymore.

XOXO,
M