What's up? Are you missing me or have you already forgotten my name? Your letter was truly inspiring. I really liked it. Well for some reason I got home, went to school and couldn't stop thinking about you. On the bus they played Zombie and for some reason that reminded me of you.
Then throughout the day all people talked about was how many girls they had gotten together with. For some reason I didn't want to talk about it, I felt it was something personal, something spetial, something that touched me deep inside. The strange thing is that I only really got this feeling when I realised that I wouldn't see you the next day, or the day after that.
Any-way, enough of this. We got back expecting teachers to be easy on us during "recovery week," but they weren't . I've got to do a science project, and I'm expecting a Trig. test soon, fucken assholes. Well, my exam grades were not as bad as I expected; I got a B in Trig instead of a C, and a C+ in AP American History instead of an F, the others were expected B's.
When I got home I went to a friend's house to give him a present I had bought in Amsterdam, a large condom. When he saw it he completely freaked. Only then did I realize that it was completely useless. Who cares? It's his problem. Any way I've already got a party lined up for next week. Even though it won't be the same without you.
I heard only after we were on the phone that you had a boy friend. Is this true? If it is whom ever he is he probably has a big pare of "horns"*. Any way I better start reading Crime and Punishment since I need to be on page 160 by tomorrow and I'm only on 24.
A kiss...
P.S. I'm sorry for the spelling, but I'm dislexic.
P.P.S. Something must be wrong with me I've never written anyone, first.
*: In Portugal when someone's boy/girlfriend makes out with with someone else, then the boy/girl friend gets a pair of horns.
P.P.P.S. Write, call, do something and if you want to come and visit give me a call, things can be arranged.
[submitted 04/4/02]