Dear girl I saw in a theme park when I was 12,
I'm sorry I walked past you like everyone else when you were obviously lost and scared. I hope things worked out for you.
Dear girl from summer camp when I was 13,
Sorry I was so rude to you just because those kids I hung out with didn't like you for some reason. Hope you've met a sweet boy since then or are happy enough with your life to not even need one.
Dear Brian Umbridge,
I'm sorry I blew your birthday party off just because you're really weird. Also, sorry for thinking I was better than you for the same reason. Maybe you'll turn out to be a great writer and put me in my place.
Dear Mrs. Soback,
Sorry I betrayed your faith in me by blowing off your class so often and then writing that ill-conceived article about the GSA with no concern for you at all. I probably could've learned something from you if I had just listened.
Dear Laura Nadel,
Sorry for being a terrible friend and, despite that, expecting you to be there for me and put up with my bullshit anyway.
Sooo.... apologies are kinda pointless when you can't give them to the people they're meant for, aren't they? Even more meaningless considering the fact that these people probably wouldn't even be able to recall what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I finally got to see Batman. The guy who played Scarecrow was kind of pretty, and every time he put on the burlap mask I got a weird sexual vibe. I wouldn't be surprised if the experiments in Arkham Asylum involved spanking therapy combined with light roleplaying. "I'll play Scarecrow and you can be... Dorothy."
And why do people like car chases? It's just a bunch of cars chasing each other.
I'm thinking about begging to be let back into Penn State. I feel like I'm just too scared and uncertain to pursue any other path and at least doing this will save me the trouble of disappointing my parents... as much. But then again, it probably doesn't even matter what I do. I feel like every day of my life is isolated. I'm not going anywhere or building up to anything. I'm just existing. Every day is a new day, or maybe it's the same day.
I'd give my right eye to take back the last 3 or 4 years, if only so I could treat my friends better when I had the chance and, maybe, try to change things so I could be in a happier place now. Too bad my eye's almost as worthless as my soul, at least to the people who matter.
P.S. Hot dog eating contests are the most bizarre way to waste food that I can think of.
I'm sorry I walked past you like everyone else when you were obviously lost and scared. I hope things worked out for you.
Dear girl from summer camp when I was 13,
Sorry I was so rude to you just because those kids I hung out with didn't like you for some reason. Hope you've met a sweet boy since then or are happy enough with your life to not even need one.
Dear Brian Umbridge,
I'm sorry I blew your birthday party off just because you're really weird. Also, sorry for thinking I was better than you for the same reason. Maybe you'll turn out to be a great writer and put me in my place.
Dear Mrs. Soback,
Sorry I betrayed your faith in me by blowing off your class so often and then writing that ill-conceived article about the GSA with no concern for you at all. I probably could've learned something from you if I had just listened.
Dear Laura Nadel,
Sorry for being a terrible friend and, despite that, expecting you to be there for me and put up with my bullshit anyway.
Sooo.... apologies are kinda pointless when you can't give them to the people they're meant for, aren't they? Even more meaningless considering the fact that these people probably wouldn't even be able to recall what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I finally got to see Batman. The guy who played Scarecrow was kind of pretty, and every time he put on the burlap mask I got a weird sexual vibe. I wouldn't be surprised if the experiments in Arkham Asylum involved spanking therapy combined with light roleplaying. "I'll play Scarecrow and you can be... Dorothy."
And why do people like car chases? It's just a bunch of cars chasing each other.
I'm thinking about begging to be let back into Penn State. I feel like I'm just too scared and uncertain to pursue any other path and at least doing this will save me the trouble of disappointing my parents... as much. But then again, it probably doesn't even matter what I do. I feel like every day of my life is isolated. I'm not going anywhere or building up to anything. I'm just existing. Every day is a new day, or maybe it's the same day.
I'd give my right eye to take back the last 3 or 4 years, if only so I could treat my friends better when I had the chance and, maybe, try to change things so I could be in a happier place now. Too bad my eye's almost as worthless as my soul, at least to the people who matter.
P.S. Hot dog eating contests are the most bizarre way to waste food that I can think of.
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But this is Batman BEGINS. He grows to be a better Batman. He is still young, a grasshopper. He has to make his name national somehow. Daring resues of damsels in distress. He is not only a ninja, and a detective. He is a knight in shining (dark [knight]) armor.
Have a good night. Talking about it makes me want to see it again.
i, too, love tearin up my heart. there is no denying it.
sincerely,
thirtyseven