Picket fences and spearmint polos

Dear Nina, im sorry i havent written to you like i swore i would. I do think about you more than i write or talk to you. Love, Tori.

Dear Claire, i love you. You truely are an angel. You may be a bad influence on my innocent, niave mind but i will forgive you as long as you promise me that nothing will ever change. Love, Victor.


You will never be the person you have the potential to be. You wont ever over-acheive or treat yourself with enough respect to make yourself proud. You will continue to accept a lack of confidence as an excuse for the fact you are too lazy and insecure to make something of yourself. You, as a natural human being, have the same choices and oppertunities as everyone around you. How you make these oppertunities unique is a choice that takes a special person to do; you are not special. You cannot be a good person. You dont have the personality to ensure that inside your head ticks a thousand cogs that work like clockwork to give each individual a kick start. You do not have this. Your cogs need oilling. You are useless and pathetic and i pity you with everything i have inside me. You dont surprise me because i expect nothing of you. You will go no where. You are nothing. You are a no-one. You are simply a waste of the effort it takes to acknowledge you. You have no purpose and no benefit and no use. You waste yourself and ruin your own life. Karma will get you.
Prove.
Me.
Wrong.

Vik.x