What Are the Things You Wanted to Say But Couldn't?

I wish that I could tell you I'm scared.

You think we're great friends. There's one problem. I don't like you. In fact, I hate you. You're hypocritical. You're a liar. You only ever speak about yourself. When was the last time you asked how I was and actually meant it? I held you as you cried, and I comforted you when you hated the world as a whole. While I did those things, I thought about how much better off my life would be without you.

I'm sick of listening to other people's problems, when people never take the time to listen to mine. It isn't fair.

I love you. I will love you always. Even though it hurts so much, you are so much to of me.

I don't want to sound like a whiny, dramatic teenager...But I really don't match my family. I'm the black sheep. I don't hate them; we're just different people. We're not the same and that makes things so difficult.

YOU, however, I hate. You tear at my self esteem and hurt me constantly with every word. In my mind, you're not my brother. You haven't been for a few years now. And as you have made perfectly clear before, I'm "not family" to you either. I hope that whenever you have kids in the future they don't get treated like you treated me. I'm your baby sister for God's sake! I've been in your life since you were 6! Why do you hate me? WHY?! I just don't understand what I've done to you.

Actually, I'm not sure if I like any people in my life right now. I'm not a people person to begin with, but I always had my friends. Now, I can stand them only on occasion. These feelings are ruining my life. I'm so lonely. I want a real friend. I want someone that I can talk to now, not someone I use to be able to talk to. You friends just don't do it anymore for several reasons.

If I was as skinnier as my sister, I'd make her feel bad. Because I'm prettier. Sounds mean, but it's true. *smile and walk away*

I have had you planned as my bridesmaid when I eventually get married one day ever since we became best friends when we were eleven. You are my best friend and I would be devastated if you were ever not in my life. (I would tell you all this, but it's far too mushy and you're not a mush person. )

Stop fucking shouting at me. I know you don't feel well but it's not my fault, and I know you're only taking it out on me because mum's at work and you can't bully her like you always do. You can try to bully me if you want, but I'm warning you, if this goes any further I will take you down like a fucking bitch of a daughter because I won't be walked all over like she is all the time.

I Love You.

I like you, and you know that. I've said and admitted it twice to you. I'm not sure if I would call it love, but I constantly have you on my mind. I try and relate you into every conversation I have with someone else. It kind of sucks for them. I already hate September because you'll be leaving for two years.

I wish I could be more open with you. I know what I want to say, when I think about it. When I'm around you, I just get caught up in the moment. I can never remember what I rehearsed to say to you, and I prefer your voice much more than my own. And you can talk for hours.

If I think about you too much on my own, I start crying. I do it out of many reasons too. I sometimes can't believe I met and befriended someone as amazing as you. You're everything I want in a friend. Sadly you're also everything I want in a partner.

I can never make up my mind whether or not I want you just as a friend, but it's not like I'd ever make a move on you anyways.

Mostly I want to say that you're perfect. I mean you say you have flaws, but I don't see them. You have little things that others may not like, but they're all pluses for me, even the getting lost one. You're the most understanding and caring person I know, and I don't even want to imagine life without you. You say you have bad sides, but you're the most innocent teenager I've ever met. Why can't you accept that you're amazing? Perfect in my eyes even.

I can honestly say that as long as we talk, hang out, and continue being friends, I will like you. It's been eighteen months we've known each other, and I've liked you for fifteen months. I don't think it'll stop any time soon.

Mostly I want to admit that I'm scared you'll completely forget who I am. You say I'm one of the best friends you have, but I feel so insignificant as a person. Just don't forget me, while you're gone. Write to me. No amount of letters will ever be too many.

I wanna say don't change because I'm so bad with change, but I know if you change, it will be for the better. Just know I won't ever forget you, and that I do love you as a friend.

You seriously sicken me. How could you do this to me? You don't even KNOW how much you fucking hurt me. You took him away from me when he was all I fucking had. He was the only thing keeping me alive and you fucking pulled him out of my life. Do you know how weak you've made me? How hard it is for me to get out of bed now?

What have I ever done to you? I don't hate anyone, hate isn't a feeling I can feel... But, my God, I absolutely dislike you as much as I possibly can.

Mommy I just want to say that I'm sorry I couldn't be the daughter you've always wanted. I'm sorry I'm not more like my sister. I'm sorry I tried to kill myself. I'm sorry I lied to you when I told you I'd never do it again.

I wish I could pour my heart out to you, but I can't. The last time I tried that you said I was an idiot. I want to tell you that the only reason I'm alive right now is because you've sacrificed so much for me and I couldn't let it go to waste. I want to tell you that your a great mother even though you've made some mistakes. I want to tell you that I cry myself to sleep sometimes because your the only person I have and even you I cant talk to.

I want to tell you that as soon as my debt is payed off to you for all the money you've spent on me there's a good chance that I just may decide to go. I want to tell you that I lie every time you ask me if I love what I see in the mirror.

I wish I could hug you sometimes and just cry away my emotions but that would be stupid. I want to tell you that if I do go, its not your fault. I want you to stop telling me others have it worse than I do. I want to tell you to stop telling me I'm beautiful while at the same time telling me to keep my hair together because it just makes my face look worse.

I want to tell you that I love you with all my heart and I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you in the past ...and the pain I'll possibly cause you in the future.

Fronk Iero:

You think we're great friends. There's one problem. I don't like you. In fact, I hate you. You're hypocritical. You're a liar. You only ever speak about yourself. When was the last time you asked how I was and actually meant it? I held you as you cried, and I comforted you when you hated the world as a whole. While I did those things, I thought about how much better off my life would be without you.

I'm sick of listening to other people's problems, when people never take the time to listen to mine. It isn't fair.

I definitely know how you feel on this one. Also, others expecting me to support them financially and do all sorts of favors for them without anything in return. Friends need to be there for EACH OTHER; it's not a one way road.

I wanted to tell my Dad to stop drinking. And I wanted to tell my mother that he never stopped.

I saw on facebook that you "liked" Starbucks, and I immediately wondered if you had liked it because you honestly like the place, or if you liked it because "going to Starbucks" was our code for making out.

Stop complaining before I give you something to really complain about.

I love you. Even more so than you may think I do. And I cannot stand to watch you fall in love with this girl who barely knows you and is most likely leading you on, when i have the power to stop it.

But I know that even all of the power in the world won't make you change your mind about me. Or us.

In the end, I REALLY hope she breaks your heart into a million fucking pieces.

Because you deserve every piece of shit she's giving you.

And I hope that you'll just see me.

'Cause you know what?

I've been here the entire time.

We were never close friends.
We had nothing in common, really. We didn't even have any classes together.
We never really talked.

But even from afar I knew how full of life you were. How vibrant, how fun. Everyone knew you and most everyone loved you. I remember you from elementary school, when we were just kids, and suddenly you're gone.

But I wanted to thank you. Thank you for being in all our lives, thank you for sharing your smile with the world, and most importantly, thank you for showing us all that life is short and precious and never to be taken for granted.

I'll pray for your soul and your friends and your family. Rest in peace, John.

I really really hate you. With a passion. I was their to defend you and when you need a shoulder to cry on. I deal with your lies and mental abuse because I know I'm all you have. One of these days I'll gro a backbone and leave. But not yet, right now we need each others company because we have no one else to understand. Not even our husbands.

I'm so upset at you. Why can't you act like a real friend?

I want to tell my ex best friend that it wasn't his fault I ended up how I did. And that I'm in love with him.