to...everyone whom i write about dear alida-you are a bitch and noone actually likes you maybe you should stop putting me down and telling stupid stories and think your so much better then everyone.stop following me around.and take the hint that i do think you are a bitch when i actually called you one during lunch. dear father-in the future i will look back to what you said and shove those words up your ass.your no better then me sam or anyone.i try in school.i do what i can.be happy that i am a lot better then others.yes i will stand up and talk back to you.especially when your being a stupidass.i will go to the college i want to go to.and i will do whatever i want for school.i know where im at and i dont need you to make it all worse.stop calling me to tell me i pretty much suck.you suck.im done with you. dear mom-i wont do those dishes till you make sam do something.and when i dont do them dont spazz at me cause jason and dustin are there...cause you know what there 21 and your 42 nothing you do is going to make you any younger.so screw you. dear jason-clean up your dogs freaking mess when it happens i shouldnt have to tell you.dont ever hit me cause you think its funny cause i will break your neck and feed you. to your dog. dear dustin-stay at your own god damn house.your rich. go buy happiness or at least a life. dear troll-get the eff out of our ramp we already know all the damn answers to your stupid riddles. its fucking footsteps. maybe grow a little or something. dear sam-Kitties and puppies on my stove,im going to eat them when i get home. ...Not moving to dads.... dear amber-pass your classes and tell kip to wash his own fucking dishes! and kick brooke in the face and tell her to stop molesting me when im over. or i will kick her dear jeff-you flew off josh's car. and that makes you pretty much amazing. dear meagan-i cant do anything friday.soorry but i will give you a call saturday so maybe we could hook up. play ddr. watch peewee.