Dear America,
Why? Why, America? Why did you not vote for Carly? Was it because she's Irish? The tattoos? The tattoo-faced husband? WHAT? Erin and I used up all of our nighttime minutes, and for WHAT? To watch our hearts get ripped off the Idol stage? Yeah, that's right, she carried our hearts. She carried them in her heart. And now we'll never hear our hearts sing again. Don't you MAKE me spend money to see that lame tour just for her, because I WILL. I'LL DO IT. I'LL LOSE MOST OF MY FRIENDS, BUT I'LL DO IT. I just need someone to hold me... Anyone? Is anyone out there? Papa can you hear me?
Love,
Erin
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