as for me, i am now eighteen.
we were in the car and she finally started talking to me. and i felt so relieved a fact was proven, her hate wasn't real. never did she say she hated me, but her eyes never looked so angry at me. her voice is always soft, and i wish she would just say it. just get it out. unlikely. obviously. but she made a small joke. and i tried to laugh. only turned out to smile and try to catch eye contact. it made me sad. i wanted to cry. but was unable to react.
a piercing and tattoo, a guy with huge gauges told me "welcome to adulthood" but my actions were as immature as a seven year old. i feel bad for the most part. but, whats done is done, i guess?
it really has no pink in it, it is just sore right now.