this is odd. i thougt you hated me. you and your devilish dirty friend of yours. (the first letter of the adjectives is the first letter of your friends name by the way. im sure you can figure that out) i thought you two hated me. maybe it was just comming from her and since you associated with her, i thought it was from you also. apparently not. apparently you feel some what the same as i do. your understanding, accepting and inviting. your free yet tied down to lifes everyday necessities, your open yet confidential, your like me yet yourself. i feel lonely sometimes. not having very many FRIENDS more like a fuck load of hey's and whats up's and fist bumps to those people you are n o longer close too, but still feel intitled to acknoledge (spelt wrong majorly) their being. for what ever reason, i feel like you understand this. not because you have the same problem, but just you have an understanding of this. odd because ive hardly said 10 words to you in the 6 months we have sat by eachother.
well, thank you. to think that someone, one of my piers, someone going through the same school day i am might possibly understand something about me. thank you.
thank you,
William james beaumont
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