Stop yelling into the fucking wall.
Cheers,
a very moody Jaclyne
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Stop yelling into the fucking wall.
Cheers,
a very moody Jaclyne
Thank you for giving me the only interesting things on my resume. Without you, I’m just someone with no experience who goes to school because that’s what’s expected of her.
Sincerely,
Jaclyne
hey we like similar music and your beard is pretty cool we should be friends or something but I don’t know how I would bring it up without revealing that I remember you wearing an Arkells shirt and maybe that’s kind of creepy that I remember what shirt you wore a week ago
Sincerely,
some girl
Sorry I keep staring at you. I just think you’re pretty.
Sincerely,
your creepy classmate
Could you please not put words like “trash” and “trashcan” on the same list? I find trash and cross it off the list but realize that was trashcan and have to find trash again. It mustn’t be too difficult to come up with another word that falls under the theme of “around the house.” And none of that word and its plural on the same list business either.
Sincerely,
Jaclyne
Your hair was curly and greasy. You wore glasses. You were alone. Then a girl came onto the subway and looked around for a seat. You took your backpack off of the seat next to you and she thanked you as she sat down.
It was quiet for a moment before you two hit it off. Your laugh was sincere and booming. She talked loudly but not obnoxiously. It’d be impossible to tell you had only just met each other.
I wish I were able to do that.
Sincerely,
Jaclyne
your hair is such a peculiar colour. It’s not blonde and it’s not ginger or red. Is that what people call “strawberry blonde”? What is it? I don’t know why it makes me so uncomfortable. Perhaps it matches your skin tone too much or it just looks painfully unnatural. Maybe if I didn’t watch you in HD it wouldn’t bother me so much.
Not sure what I meant to get out of this,
Jaclyne
You’re always running. Always. Is your life just that fast paced? Or are you always late for something? For school, for lunch, for getting home, for everything. I have never seen you walk. This intrigues me greatly but I’d never be able to ask you because you’re never in the same spot for more than a second. I also don’t know how to talk to new people anyway.
Sincerely,
Jaclyne