Jamie.
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I don't know what to write. For some reason I'm angry at you, the more I read that letter the angrier I get. How DARE you criticize my friends, you don't even know them. I think I have a right to be angry. But I just don't know anymore, Jamie. I'm always arguing with myself... My brain telling me one thing then contradicting itself and my heart is just running a wild stampede. I mean, you don't know my friends... they.. the mean the world to me Jamie. They don't do drugs, especially not Danny. He's a good kid, he's just down on his luck like the rest of us, I think. And by us I mean me and the gang, of course. I think you guessed Maynard a bit better, Jamie. But he isn't all bad. He just ain't got raised right, you know? Well. Maybe not. You can't really empathize, since you've never been like us, huh? Sometimes I forget that, Jamie. I forget you belong to a whole other world full of fortune and luck. Some times I can't even tell the difference between you and the gang. You were one of us, for a while anyways Jamie. I don't get it, why would you hang out with a bunch of raggedy guys like us? You had it made, I think. College ahead of you (you still went, Jamie, but for a while there we really thought you'd stay.) plenty of money and popularity. I don't get it. Why the fuck would you Jamie? I hate it. I hate the fact that you befriended us. I hate it because I can't understand.
Jamie. I'm so confused.
Sincerely,
Me 12-10-10
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I don't know what to write. For some reason I'm angry at you, the more I read that letter the angrier I get. How DARE you criticize my friends, you don't even know them. I think I have a right to be angry. But I just don't know anymore, Jamie. I'm always arguing with myself... My brain telling me one thing then contradicting itself and my heart is just running a wild stampede. I mean, you don't know my friends... they.. the mean the world to me Jamie. They don't do drugs, especially not Danny. He's a good kid, he's just down on his luck like the rest of us, I think. And by us I mean me and the gang, of course. I think you guessed Maynard a bit better, Jamie. But he isn't all bad. He just ain't got raised right, you know? Well. Maybe not. You can't really empathize, since you've never been like us, huh? Sometimes I forget that, Jamie. I forget you belong to a whole other world full of fortune and luck. Some times I can't even tell the difference between you and the gang. You were one of us, for a while anyways Jamie. I don't get it, why would you hang out with a bunch of raggedy guys like us? You had it made, I think. College ahead of you (you still went, Jamie, but for a while there we really thought you'd stay.) plenty of money and popularity. I don't get it. Why the fuck would you Jamie? I hate it. I hate the fact that you befriended us. I hate it because I can't understand.
Jamie. I'm so confused.
Sincerely,
Me 12-10-10
