Day 16: Someone that’s not in your state/country

Dear Callie,

You are in Jersey Shore, New Jersey; I'm Atlanta where the playa play & we ride on them thangs like everyday. Big beats, hit streets see gangstas roamin' & parties don't stop til 8 in the morning.

You're mean. Why you ask? Because you keep playing with my heart. You need to quit playing games with my heart. With my heart, with my heart. I should have known from the start....

Moving away & back and away & back and then here again! And back there again! And you know what?! I criiiiiiieeeed. And I don't care who knows it! I criiiiiieeeeedddd. And I ain't to proud to show it. I criiieeddd when you said GOOOODDD BYYYYYYEEE! WHEN YOU SAID GOOD BYE! I criiiieeeddd!

No... I did't cry. You didn't even say good bye!

And on top of that, how come you don't call me.... anymore?? I thought it was something wrong with my phone, so I called Mr. Telephone man and said "There's something wrong with my line. When I dial my Callie's number, I get a click every time!"

But it's ok. When I visit you, I'll get to say "Yeeeaaaah! Oh leh do-eh. Aye! Oh leh do-eh! Yeaaaah! Druh dilin' mus-eh. Aye. I influ-eh. Aye. I influ-eh." The you'll probably say, "So what do you wanna do here?" And I'll say "I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna New York party!"

And when we get ready for da club, we can get pedicures on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowin up our phones, phones. Well... I'm not sure about boys blowing up our phones because you like ugly people and I intimidate males with my pretty girl swag. But at the club, I'm gonna be like, "Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me. Out on the floor in my arms, he's gotta be! And then you're gonna be like *hands in blades* "When you do the things you do, Come on & Work your body! Work you body!"

But anyway, I know we're gonna have a party in the USA and be livin' our life like its golden, golden in Neeewww Yooorrk! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there nothing we can't do! And when I say Bye, bye, bye, I'm going to hide my makeup smeared eyes to show that I'm fine. Besides, you're coming to visit in January, so I won't be sleeping with a broken heart.

Love, Raven

P.S. Don't forget to E-mail my heart!