FEELINGS

[easybreezyidiot]

[Brianna's sitting outside girls' 9, holding a crumpled up letter. OH SNAP SHE'S TOTALLY BEEN CRYING.]

((WHY SUCH A DICK, LJ. I mean. I realized that the past couple weeks have been pretty crappy for Brianna (people leaving, having her luck stolen, fighting with Julian, etc), so rather than have her emoing around in other people's posts I'm

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[justwannahave]

. . . What happened?

[easybreezyidiot]

[she wipes her eyes and throws the letter on the ground]

Nothing.

[justwannahave]

Unless you've been cutting onions, it's probably bigger than nothing.

[easybreezyidiot]

Just stuff. Doesn't matter.

[justwannahave]

It mattered enough for you to spend time on it.

[easybreezyidiot]

I didn't spend time on anything.

[justwannahave]

So you totally wouldn't mind if I just pick up this piece of paper . . .

[easybreezyidiot]

Go ahead. I don't care.

[it's this]

[justwannahave]

*reads it because she's not up for tooth extraction at this time of the day*

. . . Looks like someone has problems talking to people face to face.

[easybreezyidiot]

He's a jerk.

[justwannahave]

Some guys can be total jerks.

Though sometimes, Camp doesn't always give people time to say goodbye in person . . .

[easybreezyidiot]

He had time to write a letter.

[justwannahave]

Better than nothing. *smooths out the paper* If he had issues with talking to girls, he would never have made it past the first sentence.

[easybreezyidiot]

Whatever. He's gone now, it doesn't matter.

[justwannahave]

People come and go, sure, but they're still people who were friends.

[easybreezyidiot]

[she doesn't say anything, just kicks at the grass]