Dear Love Life,
You Suck...
Signed,
Me.
Dear Love Life,
I'm sorry, you don't suck. i wish that It was that easy, but it's not you. This letter should be to the guy, who just doesn't understand waht he's doing, when he's doing in. Let's be friends? No way, after six months of work? NO! I don't want to be friend, I don't care what you say, with the way we hug, and what your mom thinks, friends is impossible. So this is to you, not my love life. you suck. You broke up with me, then don't want me to move on because it's all a part of your sick little game (All Time Low is now in my head)? It's not happening, and it never will. i'm going to date the other boy, I'm going to be happy, and I'm not going to let you control me!
Signed,
A little confused girl, scared and alone.
Dear Body,
You Suck... the End.
Why is it that when things start going good, the doctor pushes on my stomach and you apear. i'm sick of having to deal with the pain. go away whatever you are, because I don't like you. i don't want an ultrasound, I will feel pregnant. And to you body, if it wasn't for that, the little jerky track boy wouldn't be calling me prego. So NYAHH!

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Also, why is it that a week before volleyball conditioning you decide to act up, oh little hip of mine. You were fine when I was doing sprints, does volleyall scare you. Because now I have to go back into the doctor, and it's mostly your fault. Why are you so evil to me? I take care and wash you, i give you cloths... Please, stop being so mean to me. And If i have to go through Surgery, you wont hear the last of it =(
Signed,
Confused and Angry at you forever now!