dear_jeffer she I sent you a letter a handful of months back, telling you how I felt. After wanting for awhile, I vowed that if you ever did write back, I wouldn't return the favor. But you covered your ass with the sorry excuse of having the letter forwarded to you in boot camp. You were right, ya know. You never said it but I knew what you were thinking. He ruined my life, my family, my friendships, my self esteem. Needless to say, I grew some balls and he's not around anymore. Everything reminds me of you these days. The Green Day CD in my CD changer, the fact that you were the last friend I had, when I get the urge to call someone your number is the only one I remember. We used to have fun on the phone. Like the time you snorted laundry detergent, or the time you fell asleep when we watched a movie together but from different houses. That stopped about 2 years ago though. Were out of high school now, but sometimes when I walk out of any building with steps I expect to see your thick blonde hair standing out above the crowd. I mean, really? What are best friends for? Not to desert you when I was oing through the hardest thing in my life, /ever/. Or to get all high and mighty because your a marine and I'm just the chubby chick who you owe your entire high school popularity to. Sadly enough, I could overlook all the times you shit on me if things could just be how they used to be. You were the lanky 7th grader with her name stiched on the back of her jacket that chnaged her name from Jennifer to Jeffer for no apparent reason. And I was the one that everyone was physically afraid of, though I've never been in a fight in my life. I still talk to Bobbie. Josh shipped off for the Navy on Valentine's morning. Haven't talked to Niky in awhile, though she's still around. Married, with children, ya know? I hear a little gossip about everyone else from Bobbie, nothing unusual. No new friends, you know me. When I make them, they're usually for life. Back with my parents too. I had no other choice, couldn't find any roommates. I know it's dawned on both of us that our friendship can't be rekindled. You're a Marine and I'm just fighting my way through middle management to pay for my addictions. When I'm checking out my local punk scene on friday and Saturday night, I know you'd love it, if you let yourself go long enough. I'm usually at the Bash on Ash or the Big Fish Pub. You'd have a blast at thursday night drags at Firebird Raceway too. Come see me some time, I'll be there. But no matter what happens, I hope your happy in your life. Just know that I love you and if you ever need me... 020301 ... yummyC i dont know you, but whats up? 020302 what's it to you? who go blather from