February 18th, 2011
dear Arix,
tired. i'm tired and bored and alone and mad at the world being unfair and at you being such a freaking bitch so i guess i'll write a poem because hey there's nothing else to do and come on, yolo am i right? no, yolo is such stupid shit, because come on people, how do you know we don't reincarnate?
"tired
done
alone
mad
words to describe a person, frustrated with the world
unfair
unjust
cruel
hard
words to describe life, testing our limits
i am tired, i am done, i am alone, i am mad
i am frustrated with the world
frustrated with you."
i think this just about sums up how i'm feeling. god, Arix, you're unfair, you're unjust and, fuck, you're damn cruel. cruel to me, cruel to Grace. leaving us for those blonde brainless followers, and they aren't even good friends. they're people who will respect you and do what you say as long as you're popular and when you've lost your status, they'll drop you like a pencil and you'll be alone.
and Grace and i won't be there to be your back-up friends.
-Paige
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Letters To Arix
Teen Fiction© All rights reserved to Hannah Woycik, 2013 - 2014. Paige Spencer is a fifteen-year-old girl trying to find her way in the world without her best friend Arix Williams. These letters are for the purpose to help her cope.
