December 2009
6 posts
Break-ups are my new favorite thing.
So, I finally get a reply. Yipee.
“Ur fucked up. Like dropped on your head. don’t talk to me or make shit up calling me a fucked up, asshole, who fakes being gay ever again. when I have real problems to deal with, u make up this shit I’m gay and hate it! FUCK YOU!”
From my two day long boyfriend, Nick. Told you he was an asshole. But, either way, he told us he was faking...
Letters
Just felt like writing some letters, seems like a good enough idea.
Dear Mom,
Yes, I have friends who aren’t witnesses. I don’t care what you say, they’re my friends. And I do think it’s stupid that you’re making Olivia hang out with a 6th grader because she’s the closest witness to her age. Btw, OLIVIA IS 8! Oh, and the boys hanging out with the 1st grade...
Um....
She’d protect her self against anyone, She’d know right from wrong. and the day that you left… She’d know how to be strong.
She’d see all the secrets, And she’d know all the lies Now, she wouldn’t be perfect But, hell she would try. Every step is a painful reminder, of knowing how I still can’t find her.
She’d know when it mattered To stand...
