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