I don’t want to go home. I had this huge fight with my mom and it left me completely shattered. She said some pretty nasty things about me… I can’t handle going home right now. I can’t wait until I can just go off to college and forget all about this. I’ll finally be out of the cage she locks me in. The plastic bag she smothers me with will be gone. I’ll be free. I long to be free. I can’t wait. I can’t wait any longer.
I’m eighteen. I should be able to do what I want. Why can’t she trust me? I’ve done nothing to break her trust in me, yet she feels the need to bring up past follies that hurt more than she can imagine? I can’t talk to her about any of it because she’ll just yell at me and won’t listen.
What am I even doing here. Get me out of here or I may just start running.
If you’re the one who’s doing this, you’ve reached an ultimate low. As an FYI: I don’t have an addiction to “dick” as you so rudely put it. I don’t understand why people feel the need to make other people feel like shit. No one deserves it. Do you know what I’ve been through anon? Do you? Did you know I suffer from depression? Anxiety attacks? An addiction to cutting? So here’s a thought. Shut your fucking mouth for the love of GOD. I don’t need your cowardly hate mail. If you have something to say have the DIGNITY to say it to my fucking face. Fuck off. Leave me alone.
It’s funny sometimes. Cruel, too. But it really is very surprising.
The sun is shining. It’s become a beautiful day.
I even got to see you before the school year began.
Life has a funny way of turning around at the most unsuspecting times.
this summer has been incredible. The best one yet, no doubt.
Whether it was new friends or new flames or new adventures, they’ve all been incredible beyond belief.
I’ll see you next year.
Of this whole not having power deal.
I also want to make the last day of summer count, and with my mom freaking out over the wind, looks like I’ll be stuck inside.
And you! You need to wake up so I can bother my mom to have fun!