Monday, December 8, 2008

Declaration of Independance

Dear England,

This is a very hard letter for me to be writing. I don't want to be writing this but I have to. Our lives have taken us in different places. And, well... its over. I'm sorry; this hurts me more then it hurts you. So, just know I'm crying over this. But, its just what I need to do.

There are reasons why I'm leaving you. I just feel like you're a little overbearing and all. Really, I just want a little freedom. It will take a long time to get over you, but with time... we'll all heal. I need to be able to set my own taxes and all. I know you want what's best for me, but, baby, I can figure out how to tax my own people. Not only can I figure these things out, but I need to.
Anyways, I don't want you to think I didn't ever love you. I did. I did. But the feelings are gone. I do love you, but I'm not in love with you.

You taught me so much about life, about love, about myself. And for that, I will always cherish the time and memories we had. Like that time we massacred all those natives. That was special, it really was.

Well, with time I'm sure, I hope we can be friends. Give it time. Someday we can look back at all of this and remember how wonderful this time is.

Your Friend,
America.

PS: I would have put "Love," but I don't want to complicate things further. Sorry.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

tommy. out of curiousity, is this a cryptic message to tracy? I bet it is.


love, you're favorite brown-skinned little sister