Womp.

I'm sick of arguing.
No, you don't want to make up. First of all, if you were a true friend, you would have told me what was bothering you, not behind my back. Plus, a true friend would show me what other people say concerning me behind my back. Like he did. Thanks.
Honestly, I can't trust you right now. Mostly because you didn't tell me about what you did with her before I had to pry it out of you. I would rather know than find out later. (Proof) So, thanks for that. I told you what I did with him, and I was honest. It's not like we were never on the topic before. I just wish you would have told me earlier. It's almost like you didn't care enough to tell me. I don't care if you were ashamed or whatever, if you trusted and respected me as much as you say, you would have told me earlier. 
You have nothing to worry about. Seriously. You know everything I've done. Honestly. And if there is any more to your stories, tell me now, or there won't be a later. Everything you did when we were apart. Everything you did 'without strings attached.' (Yep that made me feel a LOT better, knowing that you could do that and not have any emotion attached at all. Thanks.) It's nice to know that you can be so frustrated that you can go off with some girl. What about when we're apart for weeks at a time? Why do you think that whenever you're turned on, I refuse to let it go unnoticed? Some girl can climb through that window at any time. They'd probably be more stealthy than me, too. 
I trust you. Keep that in mind. You're the first person I've ever fully trusted. but I still worry about even the stupidest little things, no matter how much you say they won't happen. I still worry. 

PETA.

Dear PETA,
You are insane. To save animals, you theaten people. Your regulations are redicoulous and nothing you do ever makes sense. Your standards are redicoulous. Sure, animals aren't treated as they should be. But you're not helping. Not the way you think you are, at least.
Also, in your catalog, things are rated with 'rabbits,' instead of stars. 4.5 rabbits. You cut apart a harmless little bunny. HIPOCRISY.

Just kidding,
Spence.

P.S. No seriously, you are insane.

Happy Birthday?

Today, I am the grat seventeen.
Now, birthdays have never had any kind of importance to me; it's just another day of the year.
April fourth. Right between April 3rd and April 5th. Just another day. Just another Monday.
I never ask for gifts. I have all I could ever want need. I don't need anything else. A book? It will be read once, twice maybe, three times if it's lucky, then tossed aside, sitting on the shelf, waiting. Clothes?  $20 shirt that will last me, how long? Maybea a year? Two if lucky? I'm a growing girl. Dinner and a movie? I will digest the meal; it will be gone in less than 24 hours. The movie, less than that. I don't like movies all that much anyhow.

See, I like durability. And you. You are forever.