Chloe is my friend. She is very nice and I enjoy her being there for me. She is probably one of the coolest kids I know and I’m sad that she is moving soon. 

In 6th grade we were “friends”. We didn’t really know each other but over the school year we got closer. I knew her as “the girl with the same black converse as me”. She seemed really nice and she hung out with all of the popular girls so I looked up to her. 

In 7th grade we grew apart and I don’t even remember why. I disliked her for some reason and I think she disliked me. She still hung out with the popular girls so I still, again, looked up to her even though I didn’t like her that much.

The summer before 8th grade. Oh my. That was full of so much drama. She had put a status on Facebook complaining about how songs on iTunes were two dollars. Songs on iTunes are like $1.29 or something so I commented on the status and said “I thought songs were $1.29?” and she commented back and told me to stop being a smart ass. Although I wasn’t trying to be a smart ass, I got mad at her for saying that so I commented back and said something smart so that’s when she messaged me. We had insulted each other for at least two hours. It was so silly. I just got done re-reading those messages and I just don’t even know what to say. But I apologize for everything I said that was rude and disrespectful. 

8th grade hasn’t been that bad actually. We had a few arguments on twitter but that’s it. The biggest argument was probably the one about colorguard and cheerleading. Oh my gosh, that was awful. I refuse to even talk about that subject anymore. All of the popular girls ganged up on me. Oh and when I refer to “popular girls”, I mean Hillary, Macy, Abby, Shelby, Madison Norton, Charity, Veronica, Calie, Brittany, McKenzie, and all of the other girls that hang out with them. Sometimes they can make me feel bad about myself…WAIT! This post is not about that! It’s about Chloe and I! Okay, anyways, over the past few months, Chloe and I have become really close and that makes me happy. She always tells me how awesome I am with hair and I always tell her how awesome she is period. She’s gotten me through a lot and just today she made me feel better. She is a great friend and an awesome human being. Chloe is pretty cool. That is all. :)

Dear Boys, pretty please stop calling me fat and ugly. I’m starting to take that seriously. So for the past week I’ve been doing cool stuff with my hair and jogging everyday for like two hours. I mean I know I’m not perfect but stop reminding me. Please and thank you. :)

-Sincerely, Megan.

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Reality:

Dear Mom, I am writing this to let you know no matter what I say, I’ll always love you. I may call you stupid, but I’m teasing you and we take it as a joke. I may tell you to shut up, but that’s for your own good. I don’t want you to be made fun of by other people or to embarrass me in public. I may give you attitude, but I only give you attitude if you give me attitude. I may talk about you behind your back, but don’t even try to tell me that you never talked about your mother behind her back. I may go to my room and yell in my pillow for an hour, but that’s because you’ve upset me. I get over it, don’t I? I may borrow your things, but that’s because I want to be like you. I may tell you that you have a terrible taste in clothing, but that’s my opinion. Everyone has their own opinion. I do love you and I want to get along with you. We haven’t really gotten along with eachother since I was about 8 or 9. Let’s try and change that. Love, Megan. <3