A message to anyone, verson 2.0 Options

[*Azarel*]

Since Vinh's topic reached 20 pages, here's the new one.
"It'd be neat if people could write about someone that's on their mind right now, in an anonymous message. It can be about love, crush, hate, issues. Just don't turn it into thread where it needs to be closed."

I wonder what I mean to you.

[*Azarel*]

- I miss you; actually, it's not-so-much you that I miss, but just being able to hang out with you. I remember back first semester, there was a period of time when all I looked forward to on some days was the walk home, because I walked home with you. It was some serious quality time, man. I mean, although we still talk all the time in English and Chem, it's never to the depth that we did when we were alone. I learned a lot about you on those walks. That's actually why I liked you for a bit, but it's over now. It was just a little crush for the hell of it. But I miss the way things were. I miss hanging out, going to grab pizza with some others, chilling at your house.. Those were the times, eh? Now you have tennis, and I have robotics. We don't have time to walk home with each other anymore. We don't have time for you to tutor me in chem anymore. We don't have time to even just simply.. talk anymore. We just don't have the time for each other. We can't make time for just a single friend. It's a shame, at least to me, that our friendship has devolved to such.

– We hang out with each other so damn much, sometimes I wonder. I see you three periods a day. I talk to you for about three hours straight. We do homework together. We talk about everything. We talk a little in between our other periods. We hang out sometimes. We used to drive around. You were one of the first people I met when I transferred over to MHS. You were one of the first to befriend me. We were English together back then, I remember. You sent me mixed signals, and I confronted you. Those feelings are gone now, but sometimes I still wonder.

– I've changed a lot since I broke up with you, and I know you can't tell. You're blinded; you just don't see it. You try so hard to get me back that you can't see it would never work. I can see it though; that's why I ended it to begin with. After seven months, you still don't learn. It's awkward between us. Go with Annie. She's a bit slow too, so you two have common ground. I can't take you anymore though; whenever you talk to me, I just want you to shut up. I never listen to you when you talk anymore. Never; it's just Latin to me. I barely understand you.

– You make me laugh so hard; I don't even know how or why. Just the little comments you make are hilarious. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. You probably think I'm not even sane, but despite that, I admire you. You're dedicated and smart as well as humorous and kind. It's rarely that I find someone that's nice cool. And so when I do tell you that you're awesome, I mean, seriously. Mostly I tell that to mean mofos like me, but you're really something. Something awesome, man. Don't change; it'd kill me.

– I hate you. Don't fucking talk to me. I'm not as deaf as you are. I'm not as ugly as you are. I'm not as daft as you are. I'm not as pathetic as you are. You want to go ogle at that girl on myspace? Go right on ahead. Sure, I have her friended and I think she's hot, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go stare at her pictures for hours on end. Especially not at robotics either. You want get horny and jerk off to her pictures, do it at home. Don't tell me what kind of people I should search for on myspace either. You want to do that, go get your own fucking myspace account, dipshit.