Summer Correspondence: Just. Effin'. Peachy.

Dear Steph,

Well, I knew you were in NH and I didn't want to bother you, but I just got back from driving and almost hitting a deer again. So I'm a LEETLE stressed out right now.

That's not the big story though...it gets worse!

The big story is that Carlos went away to CONA and came back and the lucky bastard already has himself a girlfriend! I know, YAY!! But sort of. I dunno. I'm not jealous, but there's this sick feeling in the pit of my gut that's a mixture between being shanked and eating bad food. I dunno why I feel like this but I can't talk to Marz about it because she's got issues of her own and she'd just make fun of me anyways...but now Carlos is running for YOUTH GOVERNOR (which is a big deal) and it completely pisses me off because he should not be allowed to be this successful while I sit around without a job, without a boyfriend, and without a life. I don't want to vote for him at all, but my delegation would think I'm a traitor or something for not voting for someone from our own ESY. I'm still wondering if I made a mistake but I obviously can't do anything about that now, now can I?!?!?!

I'm sorry I'm such a shitty friend and going all postal on you, but I think I may just be venting...that is, unless you have some honest-to-God advice for me. If so, that'd be wonderful.

Your Best Best Best Friend Alexa

PS- I heard a The Police song today, I hope you have fun at the concert.

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