Dear fifteen-year-old Shellee,

Grow up. You aren't in love; you are just infatuated with the stupid boy. You need to grow up, and so does he. You are just two stupid teenagers who are playing hard to get with each other. You need to realize when you are being used, and you are using him. You need to be strong and say, "No. Enough is enough."

Move on. There are plenty of other guys out there. You have amazing friends who support you. Your best friend is a boy who only wants the best for you. You should have held on to that relationship. Three years later, he probably couldn't give a crap about you. Don't let him go.

Be social. Don't stay cooped up in that little room talking to him, thinking that, maybe if you style your hair a certain way, or if you act a certain way, he'll want you. He doesn't and never will. You are just a play thing, and you need to open up those eyes and see that.

It's all right to have those little crushes, but you blew this one way out of proportion. It's almost unhealthy.

Just don't give up on yourself. Keep striving, and you'll achieve your goals. Don't take Mom for granted. She won't be here much longer, and you'll never realize how that time goes by.

Just be true to yourself, and don't change just to please someone else. It's okay to be you.

Dear, Spoon, it's been forever! It's amazing how time flies when you aren't having fun.

Does anyone still even actively have a Xanga anymore?