[Anna Skye]

I want to kiss you, and even though you're my girlfriend, I don't feel like I can because I feel like you'll compare me to all the other people you've been with. Also, I wish our relationship could be public, but I'm too scared of what people will think of me if they know I'm gay.

You have ruined my life, and every day I pray that you will leave it, even though I know you never will. I resent you every day.

I wish you could care more about me and less about yourself. I put all of the effort into this friendship, and all I get are complaints from you. How about not bitching every five seconds about "how few friends you have" and be grateful for the ones you do have. I love you, but seriously!

I wish we were friends. I really think we would get along. Social ladders are tough things to climb.