Let me hear you call my name.
 Well, we meet again. I'm Alexa, but you already know that. However, you might call me Lexi, which is cool. Like me, cool that is. I make my own friendship bracelets like it's my job. But it's not. I work at a seasonal restaurant. I have an iPhone and we all know that makes me superior or something. Oh yeah, I'm like 21 or something like that. I love photography and have a Nikon D60... which I don't use. What more could you want from me? Just read. More than words.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I don’t understand what just happened here. I don’t get why you just blew up in my face. I didn’t actually do anything. You’re the one who has been ignoring me. You’re the one that gave up on me first. I don’t understand why you’re so threatened by me. I don’t get why you have to try and bring me down to your level. Why can’t you let me be happy? Sorry. I guess I crossed some line, but I had no devious intentions. I don’t understand where you got the idea I wanted to break you and Nick up. I honestly don’t. I don’t like Nick like that; I’m not vindictive like that. Why are you so mean? Why are you so mean to Danielle? You’ve hurt me more than you could ever really know. Kristen, can you explain ANY of this? Like, could you really? Why are you attacking me? Thanks for talking behind my back, though. Thanks for not talking to me for almost 3 months. But most of all, thanks for showing me you’re not really worth any of this.And I told Danielle what you say about her. It’s not right to make fun of her while she’s sitting there, and when she walks away. I really don’t understand why you do that. She gets enough of it at home, why should she have to come to school and listen to you rag on her? I don’t get why you’re mad at me, maybe now after everything was said and done I do, but I don’t understand why you wanted to forget about me in the first place. Were you never my friend? Did I actually DO something? Or is it just because I seem to be the tiniest bit happier than you, or because I might be a little different than you? Or that I’m a more likeable and approachable person. I really don’t understand what happened here, but whatever. I guess it’s done right? Thanks for making me feel like shit though, as if I did something wrong. And thanks to everyone else, too, who has tried to hurt me. It really means a lot to me. Do you want me to admit that you kinda hurt me too? Well, then yeah you really did. My self-confidence doesn’t go that far. So words kinda easily penetrate my skin. So thanks, you’ve hurt me too. So yeah, I guess I am ugly. Why would anyone ever think I was beautiful? Thanks for making me realize that I’m not worth shit. I guess it doesn’t matter to you what happens after you’ve hurt me. I guess you can just go on in life laughing to yourself, haha she’s just as pathetic as me. Well thanks for bringing me down to your level. You know, none of you know ANYTHING about where I’ve been, or what I’ve done. So thanks for assuming that I deserve this sort of treatment. |
Goodbye.
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