To you:
You deserve more than I can give. You have cared for me, even though you aren't always here. And yet I make more excuses to not see you than anybody else in my life. I admire you more than anyone else, and I miss you more than you think.

And you:
I have put you through hell and back and you still haven't shipped me off to military school yet. I really owe you an apology, but I'm not that kind of person.

And you:
I hate you more than any person I have ever had the misfortune to meet. You have ruined my life and turned me into the monster that I have become. But you love my mother, and even though I believe you could treat her a hell of a lot better than you do now, you make her happy, and for that I mildly tolerate you.

And you:
I wish we were closer. I wish I could talk to you more, but you're the big-shoot senior, and I'm just a freshman. But I look at a picture of you every single day, just to make sure you're still here and haven't left me yet. I hope when we're older that we realize we have more in common than we thought, and grow closer. But until then, I'll be happy with just being a backup girl in the movie of your life. I miss you. A lot.

And you:
I claim that you are my best friend, and that is true. You understand whenever I'm having a bad day, you give me my space instead of poking your nose all up in my grill. I know that we'll be friends for freaking ever, because you and I get along that well. I'm sorry that you're in the hospital. I wish I could take away all your pain. You look so much healthier that you did before your were diagnosed. But now I'm starting to hate you, because you like the boy that I think I love. You're using your illness to get closer to him. If you two start dating, I will never forgive you.