Day 2 - Your Crush
Dear Vampire,
I don't really like calling you a crush because the word is immature and tacky, but since Emma and Jane both agree that you are in fact a crush, might as well.
You're hot and I'm sad I'll probably never see you ever again. But class with you was great and I think you're probably the hottest white guy I'll ever meet. Hope you become successful in whatever you do and if I see you in our high school reunion, I hope to see you rich and in a suit. Because, you sure as hell match it.
Much love, Stella
Day 3 - Your Parents
Dear Mom's and Pop's,
There are days I wish we'd get along better. I watch movies where kids have such good relationships with their parents and you don't know how jealous I get. You can't even imagine how I'd like to somehow be called "Daddy's little girl," or have little shopping dates with mom. But if I think, I know that'll never be possible.
Dear Momma,
Honestly, I think you're too weak for my taste. Haha, I'm not good with emotions and face to face talks and I'm sorry I'm not the daughter you've always dreamed of. I'm not a princess and I don't like talking about gut feelings and expressing myself in person. I know you want me to come to you with my problems and go to nail salons and all that, but I'm sorry, that's just not me. There are a lot of things I want to apologize to you for. Things that are mostly my fault but also for things that I can't do anything for. First and for most, I'm sorry for not being a good daughter. I know I'm mean and close myself in my room a lot and when I've got something to say all I do is yell my way into anything. I know you want to shower me with everything I want, and I also know you can't. And I'm sorry for never truly understanding. I'm sorry that all you do is try to make the family happy but it never really works out.
I don't know, but just know that I do know you try to side with me on everything. I just don't know how to accept it or appreciate it I guess.
Dear Pop's,
You and me are way to similar for me to like you.
Most days, if not all, I hate you.
Yeah there are days I wish we had a good relationship. There are days I tell myself that I'd be nice and try to make our relationship better, but it never happens and it probably never will. I remember back in the days I used to love you. You and me had the relationship you would call "Daddy's little girl," but I have no idea what happened.
I guess our similar personalities clash way too much.
Let me just let you know in advance, I've got way too much pride to try to fix our relationship first. And honestly, I don't think our relationship will ever get better and if anything, it'll probably get worse.
Sometimes Dad, I feel sorry for you. I really do. I feel sorry that you've never had a father to show you what a father is supposed to be.
And I guess I'm sorry I don't like to follow rules and listen to people.
I don't really know what to say to you. I don't think I have anything to apologize for in sincerity and I don't think I need to.
I guess, I think you should know that I'm too much like you to listen to anyone.
And if you keep pushing my limits, I don't think you know how fucked up and crazy my mind is.
Because if you do keep messing with my temper, I think I'll just end up killing you.
Stella.
