Because enough is enough

I thought I could deal with it…
I thought I’ll be alrite but am hesitant...

Some people say. It’s better to be cynical…
And I would say...can’t agree more…

when it comes to the end...
enough will be enough...

Dear Ms Agustin,

Iy am goowing to be a singer one day when Iy am six teen. Iy am goowing on seventeen, too. Iy cood be a star in a bend and Iy cood hav a guitare and sum people and guards around me. Iy want you too see me wen Iy am on stage. I wil be the best singer. Iy wil practis to sing like wot you toght me the other day and eksersis in teh moorning. I like Tony Chestnut song teh most. Iy em sumtyms naughty and not being respekful but I knoo yoo wil still lov me.

When I em a big girl, I will make my oun song and I wil write a song about you. I wil thingk and plan to show the song to my frends. If yoo miss mee, read this letter so that yoo can remember me.

Do you wont to listen too my song? I wil make you smile becos I like your smile, Miss Agustin.

I lov yoow,

Tayla

reciting days of the week...

Monday --> Don't speak to me!!!

Tuesday --> God help me get thru this day

Wednesday --> Let me die

Thursday --> Everything seems slowly creeping back into my body

Friday --> Anticipation

Saturday and Sunday --> Have a nice weekend...

Monday again --> I said..DON'T SPEAK TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

merry: thanks for sharing this joke ;)