LETTERS FROM THE SOL: (UNTITLED)

DEAR





IM SO CONFUSED ABOUT EVERYTHING MY HEAD ACTUALLY WOULD LIKE TO EXPOLODE..... I KNOW THAT WE TALKED BUT THE FACT STILL REMAINS THAT A STILL SMALL VOICE INSIDE OF ME THINKS THAT YOU REALLY ARE DOING SOMETHING WITH HER....


I STILL AM MAD THAT YOU TOOK BACK WHAT YOUR ACTIONS MEANT AND GAVE THEM A NEW MEANING.... WHY I DON'T GET IT BUT HEY WHAT CAN A GIRL DO?


I REALLY WISH THAT I COULD TAKE BACK EVERY TIME THAT I SAID I CARED ABOUT YOU... EVERYTIME THAT I SAID I WAS HAPPY JUST BEING WITH YOU.... EVERYTIME I JUST EXHALED WITH RELIEF THAT I FELT SAFE WITH YOU.


I WISH I COULD TAKE BACK EVERY EVENT I BLEW OFF.... EVERY ACCOUNT I PASSED ON.... EVERY INCH AND BREATH OF MY EGO THAT I SUFFOCATED AND THREW AWAY.




I GIVE AND GIVE AND GIVE AND GIVE.... AND YOUR SUCHA A GREAT MAN BUT....???? I CAN'T HELP WONDERING WHY STRING ME ALONG OR PLAY HOUSE???


THEN IT DAWNED ON ME....


YOU STILL DON'T LIKE ME... YOU JUST LIKE THE SHELL THAT HOUSED THE EGO YOU HATED SO MUCH YOU KILLED