Dear body,

Thank you for contracting a disease right before prom and during APs. This is awesome.

Love,

Sarcasm

Dear boys,

Sometimes I just want to shake you for so blatantly missing what should be obvious. I mean, come on. Use your brain.

Sincerely,

Izzy

Dear people I know and interact with regularly,

It seems I have moved past the depressed stage and have moved on to the bitch stage. I sincerely apologize if I do/say anything to offend you in the near future. But frankly, right now, everything pisses me off. I will be angry. I will be bitchy. I will not be happy. There isn’t much you can do. Sorry.

Love Hate,

Izzy

P.S. If you are happily in a relationship and I witness you and your significant other interact in any way that suggests happiness, I will hate you with a special kind of loathing. I probably won’t say anything, and please don’t take it personally. When I get out of this I’ll probably think you’re cute together again. But for now, I will hate you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks for understanding.

Dear School,

We have to talk about this whole “homework” thing. 

Love (JK), 

Izzy

Dear followers,

Sorry about my angsty-ness lately. I’m sure it’s really annoying to see it on your dash. I’m just going through a rough time right now, and posting about it helps. I don’t really plan on stopping, because like I said before, I kind of want this blog to help me be completely open with how I’m feeling with other people. And like I said before, thanks to all the people that have been comforting me. It means a lot. So…yeah. That’s all I wanted to say.

Love,

Izzy

Dear everyone who sees me tomorrow for exams,

I will be wearing makeup. I will be dressed like I have somewhere to go. I am not trying to belittle you and your sweatpants, because, frankly, I wish I would wear that too. But I’ll probably wake up earlier than usual, so I’ll have time to dress myself. Hopefully, that will distract me a little. The makeup will be because I don’t want any of you to see the red around my eyes and realize how vulnerable I am. I’m going to be strong tomorrow; at least, in other peoples’ eyes. Including his. Just like I was today.

I’ll keep my weaknesses here. It’ll be kind of like having a best friend, I guess.

Dear Snow,

Don’t you know it’s not a school day?

Dear colleges. Please stop flooding my inbox. I have no interest in applying to your school.

Dear Family,

It would be nice if you let me finish telling a story or speaking or my sentence before you turn your attention to something else or just kind of start talking yourself.

(I know my stories probably aren’t interesting, and I’m bad at telling them, but let’s just pretend you appreciate my weird/awkwardness, mmkay?)

Dear Tori,

I have reached my ask limit. But I just want you to know that I love you and you are amazing. Also, if I could give you a baby unicorn I would. But I’m fresh out, sorry.

Love, Izzy