Unsent Letter #1
I have a box in my room, it's full of letters I write and never send. I write at least a letter every day, and this is today's letter; I'm going to post it on here because I really need to rant.
Dear E,
it's almost 1 am and I'm here, in the "music room", sitting on the floor next to an acoustic guitar, wrapped in an old, dusty blanket that was in the bass drum becase I'm really cold; I'm here because you want to sleep, and I would annoy you by using the computer in the room where we sleep. But it's really late, and since we have to get up early tomorrow, I'll try and hurry up with this.
We're in England, since July 5th and until August 1st. That's a lot of time, almost a month. When mom told me that our aunt Viviana had invited us to stay at her house in the summer, I was really excited. I've always liked England, and my dream is to live here when I'm older, so you can only imagine how happy I was to hear that I had this opportunity.
I spent months waiting for the summer to come, being motivated by the thought of this holiday. I spent weeks daydreaming about what I was going to do when I finally got here, I saved up money to go shopping here, I got really hyper every time our aunt wrote us a new email, telling us that she was going to bring us in a lot of places. When we finally got here, I was so happy I couldn't believe it was true. Everything seemed perfect to me, even the food. I started speaking a decent English, I started to recognize the places were we went and after a while I became able to go to Braford and back home by myself, on the bus. We went to London and it was like heaven for me.
In London, you made us walk for hours through Belsize Park, just because you knew Helena Bonham Carter, your obsession, lives somewhere near there. Every time we go into a DVD shop, we have to spend at least 30 minutes in it because you have to look for the 21 HBC films you still haven't got. I'm doing everything I can to make you happy, but apparently it's not enough for you. You started treating us all, members of your family, like shit. You don't speak more than five words a day, and those five words are really rude. If mom tries to call you, you tell her to fuck off and hang up on her. You're always rude with everyone, you're an ungrateful little bitch that does't understand that your parents have made sacrifices to make you go on this holiday. You don't realize that we're all trying to make you feel good, trying to do something that you like, we're trying to help you and you cry at night because "no one understands you".
I hope you realize that I shouldn't be here now, sitting on the floor in a dark, cold room, tired, but still awake because I'm talking to your worried friends on MSN. I hope you realize that now, the last thing I want is to have to worry about a little troubled teenager. Right now, all I want is to get away from you and just enjoy this holiday, because I feel that I deserve it after waiting for so long, and you're just ruining it all.
Love,
El
This was just a rant, please excuse the rudeness and the poor English. Thanks for reading.
Dear E,
it's almost 1 am and I'm here, in the "music room", sitting on the floor next to an acoustic guitar, wrapped in an old, dusty blanket that was in the bass drum becase I'm really cold; I'm here because you want to sleep, and I would annoy you by using the computer in the room where we sleep. But it's really late, and since we have to get up early tomorrow, I'll try and hurry up with this.
We're in England, since July 5th and until August 1st. That's a lot of time, almost a month. When mom told me that our aunt Viviana had invited us to stay at her house in the summer, I was really excited. I've always liked England, and my dream is to live here when I'm older, so you can only imagine how happy I was to hear that I had this opportunity.
I spent months waiting for the summer to come, being motivated by the thought of this holiday. I spent weeks daydreaming about what I was going to do when I finally got here, I saved up money to go shopping here, I got really hyper every time our aunt wrote us a new email, telling us that she was going to bring us in a lot of places. When we finally got here, I was so happy I couldn't believe it was true. Everything seemed perfect to me, even the food. I started speaking a decent English, I started to recognize the places were we went and after a while I became able to go to Braford and back home by myself, on the bus. We went to London and it was like heaven for me.
In London, you made us walk for hours through Belsize Park, just because you knew Helena Bonham Carter, your obsession, lives somewhere near there. Every time we go into a DVD shop, we have to spend at least 30 minutes in it because you have to look for the 21 HBC films you still haven't got. I'm doing everything I can to make you happy, but apparently it's not enough for you. You started treating us all, members of your family, like shit. You don't speak more than five words a day, and those five words are really rude. If mom tries to call you, you tell her to fuck off and hang up on her. You're always rude with everyone, you're an ungrateful little bitch that does't understand that your parents have made sacrifices to make you go on this holiday. You don't realize that we're all trying to make you feel good, trying to do something that you like, we're trying to help you and you cry at night because "no one understands you".
I hope you realize that I shouldn't be here now, sitting on the floor in a dark, cold room, tired, but still awake because I'm talking to your worried friends on MSN. I hope you realize that now, the last thing I want is to have to worry about a little troubled teenager. Right now, all I want is to get away from you and just enjoy this holiday, because I feel that I deserve it after waiting for so long, and you're just ruining it all.
Love,
El
This was just a rant, please excuse the rudeness and the poor English. Thanks for reading.
*hugs*
Your English, tbf, pwns mine
Don't let her ruin it for you
The SquirrelMeister, July 25th, 2008 at 01:23:08am
Im so sorry that your vacation is being ruined.
your english is really good though, better than mina and i live in the US. lol
but i get what you are going through, though i doubt that you will believe me. but i have friends like that and i have had trips like that with those friends. so if you wanna talk about anything, you know where to find me.
Nina Bear's Chainsaw, July 23rd, 2008 at 07:41:34pm
I am so sorry honey, I am poop if you need a toilet. (y)!
I guess that is about your sister. Sweetheart, you have to tell her how you feel.
It will make things better.
And if you ever say that your english is poor I am going to stick your own flagpole up your vee jay jay. Yes? Yeees!
brompton cocktail., July 22nd, 2008 at 01:23:26pm
That's really touching. And it wasn't poor english.
King Midas, July 22nd, 2008 at 02:22:01am
i'm sorry that your visit to england isn't being as fun as it should
be. but try to think of the future, when you'll live there. think of
happy times and try to remind her of those happy times. i hope
it all works out for you. <3
btw, the english was wonderful.
who.killed.caustic, July 22nd, 2008 at 02:21:34am