Day 22-Someone You'd Like To Give A Second Chance To
UGH. ONCE A FUCKING GAIN NO ONE. GAAAAAHAH. i dont have enough drama (the not good kind) in my life to give second chances…and the ones i do fight with dont deserve a second chance. just a friendly conversation once in a while. and some of them dont even want that…sgfaldlaksjhdf as for boys. to the five who’ve asked me out. i never liked you sorry. so i said no for a reason. and yeah. sdjalkjslkhdgalksdhlksd
Day 21-Someone That You Judged By A First Impression
Dear Christian Tarzetti,
July 7, 2009
(AMELIE and KELSEY approach a girl, CHRISTIAN, in boody shorts texting with headphones in her ears)
AMELIE: Hey! I’m Amelie, like Omelet, hahah!
KELSEY: I’m Kelsey! Whats your name?!
CHRISTIAN: Shut up & Go away? K. Bye.
OH, i think that was the first time the thought “holy crap whaadda bitch” entered my mind!
then we got close-ish in smokey joes! and then Dominican…and then not so much at Dominican…and then at Dominican again! OH and then we were stepsisters and we were like…sisters then we go on chatroulette for 9 straight hours…and now we draw penises in each others lockers! and your one of my good friends! kluhyoubye.
I know I post a lot of depressing stuff on here. And I know you might be thinking “OMG SHE’S NEVER GOING TO LET IT GO!” that’s not true. I’m not even like MAD anymore. I’m more like scared. I’m scared that saying or doing the wrong thing & the whole grade will know. I’m scared everyday that I’m still hated and unwanted. I’m scared of unsaid thoughts. I’m scared of fake apologies. I’m scared to wear my hair the wrong way. I’m even scared to get up in front of people now. Really? That’s always been my favorite thing to do! I know that there’s at least one of you I can trust. Cuz we have that stepsister bond. But still, it’s just one. There’s not like meanness anymore, that’s good. But there is still that feeling of awkwardness and discomfort. And even hate. Only like 2 of you have said sorry to my face. I got bookoo sorrys from the like, dislike, confessions on facebook. But that was only after the first apology. Maybe if I got more face to face apologies, I wouldn’t cry at night, because I know I’m gonna wake up to hell. I know I’m going on and on about something that happened so many months ago. But it’s still there and it’s real….
You were one of my first directors ever. You brought the starlet out in me. Before you i was scared and quiet, LOOK AT MEH NOW!(: You told me that it was okay to not have a microphone because of how loud I was…but, I still cried inside cuz i felt less important…but then the next year I was Annie. & I finally felt like the person I wanted to be. Thankkss!
I know, I know… Oh great, now she’s gonna go relive that circle up and just talk about more memeories we’ve all heard… No. I’m not gonna do that, I’m just gonna tell you how much you all mean to me.
As some of you know, I’m not the most popular person at Dominican. I get this vibe alot that makes me feel completly unwanted… I have some great friends there, Don’t get me wrong, but those friends aren’t in every single class… and the classes their not in, I feel hated. Sometimes I’m scared I’m gonna say or do the wrong thing and soon enough the whole grade will know about it. I think I’ve gotten over all the MAJOR drama, but there’s still alot of discomfort, and awkwardness…
But at camp, I wake up happy. I smile all day long. I have no regrets at camp. No drama, no hate. I have never felt so loved in my entire life. I get most of my best friends from camp. There’s always laughter, always happiness. YEAH. we have awkwardness at camp, so much, in fact, that the awkwardest one gets an award for it!! I LOVE IT THERE! I dream every day about that fantasy we all have, the one where we all go to the same school…LOVE? yes. At camp, you can be your self! No reputation to live up to. No “Status Quo” to stick to. (i know your singing high school musical in your head:]) anyway. I really do love every single one of you with all my heart. you gave me confidence, and i really needed that.(:
Anyone I was every mean to, I’m sorry. I was made fun of my whole life, for what ever reason. I’m sorry to who ever I’ve hurt. If I made you feel left out, TRUST ME. I know that feeling 100%. If I made you feel like an outcast, ugly, stupid, aggravating…
I cant tell you how sorry I am. I wish I would get apologies like this. (:
9418.) Sometimes I wonder if I got surgery for nothing, I thought getting this would make me pretty, and being pretty would make my life better, because all the pretty people I know have a happy life. When does that start?
10625.) Can some one tell me why no boy has ever told me to my face that I'm beautiful, pretty, good looking, attractive, or even hot? I've never been asked out unless it's over the internet. I even went through plastic surgery to try and make my self prettier. No one notices me...
Day 11- A Deceased Person You Wish You Could Talk To.
Your my dad’s dad. You died years before I was born, and I’ve always wanted to meet you. My dad talks about you alot. He makes you sound awesome. I guess I’ll have to wait a while before we can meet, but do me a favor and keep looking down on us. And ask the rest of the family thats up there to do the same? Thanks. We need it.
I know how far fetched you are. I know I have a One in a Million chance at getting you. I know that every one in america has the same dream somewhere in them.
But, my dream is to be a star & have the world know my name. I want to see my face on the magazines. I want paparazzi to chase me down. I want to live the dream.
And, even more than the glitz and glamor, I want to make money doing what I love to do: Performing. On Stage. On Film. ANYWHERE! I like to make people laugh, cry, scream! I can’t imagine myself working in a desk everyday on a 9-5 base.
I know your reading this and rolling your eyes or thinking “Haha, good luck…” but this dream is real. K, thats it. bye.
I know for a fact you wont read this, because you don’t have a Tumblr, and this won’t send to Facebook. (not that you get on) but anyway. I remember being like 2 and going to your house at noon and begging my mom not to take me home at 10. When all the other cousins are mean, your usually the one to not be. You’ve been one of my best friends since we were born. And even though no one came to see me be born because you were being baptized, your my favorite cousin. haha. k. byee.
I know I’m obnoxious and hard to handle. I know I talk back and don’t always listen. I know I’m high maintenance. I know I never say the right thing. I know I’m not the perfect daughter. And I know I don’t say this enough but,…
Day 1 — Your Best Friend Day 2 — Your Crush Day 3 — Your parents Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative) Day 5 — Your dreams Day 6 — A stranger Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from Day 15 — The person you miss the most Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country Day 17 — Someone from your childhood Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to Day 23 — The last person you kissed Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day Day 28 — Someone that changed your life Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror