Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Sep. 15th, 2010 09:41 pmDear Hank,
You're a pain in my ass.
There are so many times when I want to hit you for being a pushy and mouthy bitch. I hate when you get on me for drinking and whatever else you think I do wrong. I hate that you think I should just snap to it when you tell me to do something, like getting over the drinking and such. I hate that you don't trust me to look after myself and the shit I do. I don't deal well with someone pushing at me all the time and acting like they know shit about me better than I do.
'Course you're the only little shit who gets away with it. Okay, not the only but you were the first to get away with it without getting my fist in your face.
Why?
Because you're the first person I met who honestly, genuinely gave a shit about me. You didn't do it because you wanted something out of me. For some fucked up reason, you look at me and you see someone better than who I am. I still don't quite see it but I'll believe you. You're the first person who ever made me feel that, if I needed you, you would come running without a second's thought.
No matter how much I fuck up, you still hang out. You won't fucking shut up about it but you're still there.
So that's why I haven't hit you.
That and well, you know.
If you get all fucking mushy about this, I swear to God I will ignore you for a week.
♥ Harper
You're a pain in my ass.
There are so many times when I want to hit you for being a pushy and mouthy bitch. I hate when you get on me for drinking and whatever else you think I do wrong. I hate that you think I should just snap to it when you tell me to do something, like getting over the drinking and such. I hate that you don't trust me to look after myself and the shit I do. I don't deal well with someone pushing at me all the time and acting like they know shit about me better than I do.
'Course you're the only little shit who gets away with it. Okay, not the only but you were the first to get away with it without getting my fist in your face.
Why?
Because you're the first person I met who honestly, genuinely gave a shit about me. You didn't do it because you wanted something out of me. For some fucked up reason, you look at me and you see someone better than who I am. I still don't quite see it but I'll believe you. You're the first person who ever made me feel that, if I needed you, you would come running without a second's thought.
No matter how much I fuck up, you still hang out. You won't fucking shut up about it but you're still there.
So that's why I haven't hit you.
That and well, you know.
If you get all fucking mushy about this, I swear to God I will ignore you for a week.
♥ Harper
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Date: 2010-09-16 05:23 am (UTC)You are kissin' me hello, though. That ain't optional. ;p
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Date: 2010-09-16 05:25 am (UTC)Plus I'm not sure how Lowell would take it.Yeah yeah, whatever. :p
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Date: 2010-09-16 05:30 am (UTC)Yeah, I dig it. Don't wanna hurt him, either, he's my boy's homeboy...OMFG, IN A WEIRD NOT-RELATED WAY, WE'RE KINDA LIKE IN-LAWS NOW. BROMANCE SISTERS-IN-LAW OR SOME SHIT.Whatever nothin', no sex but you will make out with my ass and love it, bitch.