Ska'd for Life. Cherry Coke-aholic. Writer. Artist. Pirate?

I just want to talk to him. No, I want to scream at him.

To Boy B:
When you're done avoiding me, please let me know. You said that you would cry if we never talked again, well, I cried first, and I bet the idea didn't even cross your mind. I'm sick of this. It hurts. I miss you. I'm Sorry. I didn't know. Or maybe I didn't want to believe it. I liked you. Maybe I still have feelings. I don't know. But I never thought you would go for a girl like me. I'm sorry, you invited me to the movies one week too late. I gave up. Or at least I tried. I didn't truly realize it until that Friday two weeks ago. I'm sure you remember the night well. We walked together in an effin' cemetery. You called me insane for jumping off the swing at the park. You made fun of me because I ordered a kids meal at Burger King. And then after we went back to my place; we watched Pirates of the Caribbean, and I cleaned the dirt from under your fingernails. You said that was 'hot'. You didn't go home until after midnight; my parents didn't hear you leave.
God damn it. Why did it end this way? What happened to our friendship? How did you expect for such a relationship to exist if you can't even handle this? I guess it's kinda of different, huh? Sorry. Really.
I'll try to get Dogma back to you as soon as possible. I know you probably don't want me to have it anymore.

To Boy A:
Thank you. For everything? Even though I'm like the worst girlfriend in the world; you don't know that part of me, yet. Thank God. I enjoy our park trips. And the walk in the woods today was refreshing. The pond was quite lovely, too. God, I wanted to kiss you. But instead, I just hugged you. I just held your hand. I wanted to play with your hair, too. But, I didn't because I wasn't sure how you would react. All of this is so new to me. It scares me. A lot. I've never made myself so vulnerable before. The boys in the past were never worth the risk. Please don't hurt me too much.
I'll pay you back some day. For driving me all over hell and back. For buying me lunch today. For all of the penguin drawings, notes, and cookies. The cookies are the greatest; tell your mom I said that.
You make me feel so special. It's something I haven't felt in such a long time. Thank you. So much. I just hope that I can offer you all that you have offered me.
By the way, would you like to come over to play air hockey with me, some day?