love? —Stiff

You're aware of my feelings for you. You're taking this game you're playing with my emotions too far for too long for laughs for you and your friends. .You're still in my thoughts day and night. You know how to contact me but won't; why?You want me but you don't trust me? Or,is that part of the game your crowd plays? I want you but I can't play this 'game' much longer. If I must, it's going to hurt terribly to have to forget about an "us" and it's going to take a long time to get you out of my head. Still waiting for your games to end. —Love Zero

Every morning before school, I obsess about my hair, my skin, my outfit, etc... I'll gaze at myself in the mirror over and over before leaving the house, asking myself, "is my hair too frizzy, are my sneakers too white? does this purse clash with my shoes?"... Usually, missing the bus, I arrive to school late and dash through the hallway to class.... This morning I caught a glimpse of a girl in the hallway wearing orange (prison issue? scrubs?) pants paired with tap shoes - yes tap shoes, click, click, clicking down the hallway, which brought me out of my head and into immediate joy as a huge smile stretched across my face. Last season, I saw another girl wearing yellow jeans with red cowboy boots and half her hair shaved off on one side -- that also really brightened my day! I love the attitude of this generation - I really do. I love the way you dress so ironically! You'll wear whatever your little hearts desire and not a single fuck is given. Thank you for this wonderful message you send to all of us with your fun sense of style - that outside appearances mean nothing. I wish I had the courage to give less of a fuck and throw on whatever felt comfortable - maybe then I would make it to school on time and get better grades. Maybe we all would care more about the important things in life if we spent less time obsessing over trivial details like what's covering our bodies. The fashion industry is a cruel mistress that imposes its ideals on the masses to a degree that one can never be satisfied. To keep up with fashion can be so expensive and seems to separate people into classes like some sort of fucked up caste system. Grungers, hipsters, whatever you call yourselves, dressing a little bi-polar today: Keep it UP! I love it and admire your style. I'd love to see it taken even further. I'd love to see raincoats fashioned out of green garbage bags, girls walking around with a single curler in their hair, whatever it takes to remind us all that what's on the outside just doesn't matter. You are beautiful inside. —The Paper-Bag Princess

I left Halifax for Toronto only to case my love. I miss my city so much, the beauty the people. Toronto has nothing on you but consumerism and rude people. I'm coming back to you soon, because I can't stand the people here. —Halifax You Beaut

To the Dalhousie superhero who filled my 3 hour meter, THANK YOU so much! I'm sure you saved me from another ticket. I promise to pass on the love and I hope it comes back your way :) —My Hero

We had a drink the other night and you confessed you read these posts weekly. Even mentioned and posted one or two yourself. I found you funny, irreverent and lovely. The Newfoundland accent was a definite plus. Next time, let's have a drink alone so I can show you my good points too. —A Man With A Plan