i have to say that i thought i was going to be great with expreesing the idea that i wanted to share my open letter guess again i think not but i guess after reading what i wrote about the boy in my third hour class makes me actually feel better. This is the open letter that i wrote.
An Open Letter to the boy in my 3rd hour math class who thinks he knows it all and plays the tambourine
January 29, 2007
To the boy
You idiot why can’t you just listen to what I’m trying to say. You sit here all hour telling me about your pasts girlfriends, is that to offend me? Would you think that I would care and what makes you think in your right mind that you think you know it all? Telling this and that about what you know. You laugh at my intelligence like I don’t know anything and like so many times you disappointed me.
You think you know Beyonce but you don’t, you can’t even spell her name if yo life dependant on it. LIES ALL LIES what you thought I would believe you I am smarter than you think. I think you are the biggest jerk in the world why don’t you take yo smart self and go think of a clue of why I get so angry. You make passive jokes at me but no they are insulting. You make me so mad that I can feel the heat on my chest arising.
I think evil thoughts of ripping you apart and feeding you to dogs on the streets. You make my skin crawl and I think you are the most stuck up emotional, think you know it all, tambourine playing boy I have ever met. You are sweet but I have struggled along the ways to think so. You probably stay up all night trying to think of a way to make me hate you. But what can I say you can never be nice enough to appreciate that someone actually wants to talk to you and listen to all your stories about all the famous people you met even though pretend to listen we really don’t so take my advice and be more nice.
Sincerely,
the girl who is sick of hearing your annoying voice and know ten times as much as you do but is too kind to let you know that yo dumb self would actually read this not so smart now are you.
Charlette
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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