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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Because its Lent, and i don't wanna carry this emotional baggage around, i'm gonna blog it. maybe you'll read it, and maybe you'll know its you..

Dear you:
we've been like really close since forever. but lately, we haven't been.. maybe its me, i dunno..
we used to talk about everything. you talk some, i talk some.. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THAT??? now its i say something, half the time you get on the defensive and well..i try to ignore it but the conversation sorta goes down the drain.
last year it wasn't so bad, but you've just been getting more and more dismissive, like you've got something to prove to me specifically. its NOT a competition or whatever you think it may be. I've never tried to compete with you, and i don't intend to.
i'm sorry, i guess im not brave enough to tell you face to face, but im sick of grumbling behind your back. so what if your parents compare us? im not gonna change the way i dress, or my grades. make them see YOU. not what or who they WANT you to be.
you know what, maybe its all just a giant misunderstanding, and maybe im just being over-sensitive..
i hope i am.



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