When I become President:

Things that will be no longer in existence when I am the ruler of everything:

1. Pronouns
2. The word "nevermind"

3. Large herringbone print

4. Environmental Psychology

5. Broken graphics drivers

6. Naked people on the MARTA

7. Overly loud cell phone conversations

8. Overly loud people

9. Jackhammers

10. Car alarms that last for more than 2 minutes

11. Sunburns

12. Stalkers

13. Paper jams

14. Traffic jams

15. Peach jam

16. Ambiguity

17. Brothers, sometimes

18. Stupid boys

19. Love Story by Taylor Swift

20. Appendixes, the organ.

Question.

What is wrong with me that you cannot see how amazing I truly am? Did I put up a wall somewhere that I don't know about that prevents boys from seeing me as datable? Why is it that guys are super comfortable with being my friend and confiding in me about everything, but never want to go past that? How is it possible that I went all the way through college without being truly asked out once?

Am I not lovely enough? Am I intimidating? Is it because I'm "too pure" and the guys think they won't get anything out of it? Do I really want to date some loser guy that is only in the relationship for the physical nature of it?

Why am I so lonely? Since when do I care? Was I so good at pretending that I even fooled myself, or is this a recent change?

Why am I still ...here?

What is wrong with me?

More Letters

Dear boy,

Tomorrow, you are coming over. I'm trying to decide if I'm going to be here or not.

Your friend,

The eternally confused one.

Dear swimmer girl,

I love you with all of my heart, but you have got to swim faster. I know your best friend is on the swim team, but not kicking so that she will win is not a good plan.

Love,

The cheering squad

Dear child that lives in the same house as me,

Calling me at 2:30 when I am 30 minutes away to have the car back for you to be at a friends house at 3:00 does not work. Yelling at me will also not make the car magically appear. It may, in fact, make it go slower. Cars are sensitive like that.

Love,

The shadow caster

Letters From Me.

Dear boy,

You are an idiot. My heart is not a toy to be played with. I will not forever be hanging around here waiting. You say that I am damn awesome and that you would date me if I were not leaving. Why can't we have 3 months of fun and let it be when I have to leave? Why does everything in my life have to be so rational? Why can't I just be allowed to try and make a mistake?

You confuse the hell out of me. You are a flirt, and you ask me out all the time, won't let me pay for anything (which, btw, I find to be extremely annoying), and live at my house more than you do your own. We might as well be dating, but we aren't.

Grr.
Your friend,

The frustrated one.

Dear London bank,

Why must you make my life so difficult. I'm trying to open an i-n-t-e-r-n-a-t-i-o-n-a-l account. As in, I do not live in the UK. Therefore, does it really make sense for me to "stop in at my local branch and verify my identification and home address with one or more of the following documents"?

Love always,

The bureaucracy hater.

Dear Institute of Higher Education,

Screw you. I got my degree, you can blow up and burn for all I care. You made my life so difficult, don't even bother to ask me for any alumni money. I will curse out whatever "student _______" has the misfortune of calling me when I'm famous. And no, when I'm a professor, I will not ever be on loan to your school. I'll lose my tenure first.

Love always,

She who does not live in Scotland or Canada.

Dear child who lives in the same house as me,

Calling your friend at 2:45am to yell at him over Naruto not only makes you the biggest dork ever, but is grounds for me waking you up at 6:45 when I get up to make a difference in the world.

Love,

The shadow caster

Dear Emo kid,

...-.-...

Don't act like you don't know.

Love,

The water bottle decorator

Overflow

I journal every single night. It keeps me from going crazy, and lets me have a moment to myself, just me and God to sort out my thoughts and my day. Sometimes it's the only way I am ever able to sleep at night. It quiets my brain and lets me get everything out and into the hands of the One who can hold it all.

Lately, however, I have not had a journal. Therefore, while I have been still taking the time to quiet my brain before I go to sleep, I am having to do so audibly. I am not so good at the quiet meditation. That's why I started writing in the first place -- because writing forces my thoughts to slow down to the speed which I can write.

All of this to simply say that my heart is broken for you. I think it probably would be broken anyways, but quiet meditation sometimes makes the emotions stronger. I want to help. I do. But, I don't know how, and you won't let me.

Neither one of you will, actually, and I don't understand. Next to God Himself, my friends are the only ones that keep me sane. I cannot possibly imagine being so hurt and so calloused that you cannot trust a little tiny mouse to pull the thorn out of your paw. .

Anyways, I hope you all know that I do love you. And I'm here, if you need me.

Maybe that's all you need to know.