Ryan,
How's my sexy man?! I'm not doing that great. I thought I was going to handle all this stuff, but I guess I can't. It just kept building up and building up, until I just can't fight it anymore. After I got off the phone with you, I actually went out and polished that piano. I was almost done, and no one would let me finish. They said it was no longer mine, so I shouldn't worry about what it looks like. I just wanted to see it one last time, looking it's best. Is that so wrong?! They wouldn't let me finish it, so I just came into my room and bawled. It doesn't look like I'm ever going to stop either! Another night that I'm going to end up crying myself to sleep. I dunno. I just can't help it anymore. My mom and my sister came in to try to cheer me up, but for all I care they can just go to hell. It's their fault all of this is happening. Shoot. My eyes are like so red that I look evil. My mom sat here telling me how wonderful it's gonna be in Cody, and it just doesn't sound too wonderful to me. Just sounds like a bunch of crud! She said I'll enjoy driving back and forth to work this summer. OOOh! How fun! Oh yeah. She sat there telling me how this is just going to be a really super summer. I get to 'work', and get to leave here! Now doesn't that sound like a really super summer to you?!! Slendid, eh?! I just hate my life. It's a fucking hell hole. Well, at least I'm not losing you. There's something they can't take away from me. I know it will affect our relationship a great deal, but it will never change the way I feel for you. No one can take that away. Or sell it in this situation! I'm sorry this letter is so awfully depressing. It's just that all the bad stuff is crowding my mind right now, and I guess that's all I can think about. I just don't see how all of this is going to turn out to be good. To me it's just a bunch of bull! Well, hell. Sorry for bitchin so much. I guess I don't feel 'too sexy' right now! Ya know that presentation that you gave for Mrs. Williams class was really good. You didn't give yourself enough credit for that, and I think ya should have. Well, hmm. Know what? I love you. Well, hmm. Know what? I love you. Well, hmm. Know what? I love you. I guess I really don't know what more to say. I'll write you a happier letter when I get feeling better. - kay - I really do love ya lots!
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Love Always And Forever
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Rita Rosalita
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