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I'm most DEFINITELY ready for 2008 to be over and for 2009 to begin! 1. Make 2009 better than 2008. (Duh, of course, we all want to make our lives better.) 2. Don't work any more than is absolutely necessary at my job. (But I'm sure a little more work and effort wouldn't kill me at school - -maybe.) 3. Attempt to go to church more often. (I've been playing with the idea on and off again, and I can't decided. Maybe if it goes well I'll make my confirmation eventually. I couldn't tell you though. With this one it's a wait and see, and go from there.) 4. Go to at least 2 Cubs games. (Woo-hoo!) 5. Lay out in the sun this summer. (Take a road trip or something too. Nothing too crazy, but just take a long weekend and GO.) 6. Read and write for myself more. 7. Work on that whole "communication" thing. 8. Work out more. Or actually start . (I don't need to lose any weight or anything, but when spring break comes around and I s...

It's approximately two weeks into Lent, and while I have been acting on my deed that I promised to do this season, I must admit that it is not going as well as it could be. Now, I am aware that's a part of the tradition, right? It's suppose to be a struggle, but it's also meant to turn out for your positive in the end. But my positive... it seems a little too far off, and, well, there are only twenty-four days left. A little help? Signed Sincerely, me.

Lent begins today. Oh, that crazy 40 day festivity of yours. And to be perfectly honest, I haven't decided what I'm going to give up or what I'm going to do for the common good of humanity. And to be perfectly honest again, and probably a little selfish and unreasonable and so on, I feel like I've already given a lot up, so why do I have to add to the list? Signed Sincerely, me

I don't like you. In case I haven't made that apparently clear in previous times, I am pretty sure that you stink pretty bad. You haven't been very nice to me in the past - -only with the possible exception of last year, but still, if you figure only once in nearly twenty years, you have a crappy track record. I think that you owe me big time, so you can start anytime you like. Signed Sincerely, me

Today has been a long day. It's actually been a long week - -maybe even a long month, and while I know that there is no way you can make everything better (because if you could there is no doubt in my mind that I would be asking you to), but you're a good reminder of the little things, perhaps even the more important things, and how they will hopefully be the things to get me through. Thank you.

Why is it that there exist people who don’t know the greatness they deserve? Individuals who are utterly amazing yet they are hell-bent on saying that they’ve done or said something to deserve their misery. News Flash : You have done no such thing to deserve your confusion, and the fact that you think you have is downright ridiculous because you deserve more. [I would also like to add that it distresses me greatly when you refuse to recognize that simple and true fact because it is just that: true .] Now I have a rather lengthy speech that I could give you, and I have to bite my tongue so that I don’t go spiraling into it at this moment. I’m also aware of the likelihood that you will ignore this speech and any others that may come after, but then again I suppose that most of these speeches deserve to be ignored. I lost the majority of my rights to tell you what you deserve months back, but that doesn’t mean I won’t tell you you deserve great though… Because you do. You have to realize ...

I don’t have the right to write this, but it’s any and all final thoughts I have about this particular situation in a definite jumbled mess. Continue on at your own risk. I miss you. You’re a fucking idiot if you don’t know that, but I also have to call myself a fucking idiot for still thinking about you on occasion. Now a part of me hopes that you’ll read this and that you’ll feel guilty about what happened. The other part of me hopes you don’t read this and that you don’t spend one second of the rest of your life thinking about me. [Do you think about me? I don’t have the right to ask you that, but it’s a question that’s crossed my mind times before. You don’t have to answer me, you could if you want, but you don’t have to.] My feelings are this: Through all of this, past and present, I wish that I could slash your name... Wish I could call you horrible names, bad mouth you to your friends, bad mouth you to everyone… But I can’t… Because I know it’s not true. Because despite it all y...