your mother insists on assuming that i am a crack dealer... and your sister insists on being my friend. it's a very precarious situation. luckily, i am moving to boston.
more news from the home front: shop lifting arrests, and a 50 car pile up on route nine... all is as it should be, dark one.
Yeah, My mom has some sketchy sources that she insists speak only truth or something, it's quite odd. This is the reason that I could not talk to you in starbucks that one time, remember? yeah. awkward. anywways. what are you moving to boston for? seen Harold around? When does the revolution begin?
Imaginarey elephant demons do not count as credible sources... I wonder if she is aware of that. I understand, Anna filled me in.
Meanwhile, I am moving to Boston to get away from the psychos in this town, and to set myself up for going to school. You should come visit whenever the winds decided to blow you back up this way again.
Harold has been around. He was involved in the shoplifting I alluded to... but for some reason is totally off the hook. He is an elusive little blighter.
The revolution is coming- we've already begun digging. Patience.
Im honestly still in shock. everything moved so fast. sucked out of my life there and thrown into this confusing heap of fucked up people with fucked up lives to live with my fucked up life. I miss my enviroment. I really do feel like my high school experience has been stolen from me. very violating. but who can I blame except myself right? I acted i a way that scared my parents and they acted in fear. So if I didnt act that way they wouldnt react that way. but i cant go around not acting because im afraid of how others are going to act. There was a single exception I missed. My parents still had power. The court still had power. The power to judge me and act in fear no matter how much I argue and cry and try to compromise or even at my last straw try to run. from the escorts. from the facility. from anything. I dont know. I cant sleep anymore. I cough up shit. People treat me like they need to walk on eggshells. like Im a little fucking kid, watching what they say and things. I am still Alex Morrow, The closest thing to a tranny
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more news from the home front: shop lifting arrests, and a 50 car pile up on route nine... all is as it should be, dark one.
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anywways.
what are you moving to boston for? seen Harold around? When does the revolution begin?
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Meanwhile, I am moving to Boston to get away from the psychos in this town, and to set myself up for going to school. You should come visit whenever the winds decided to blow you back up this way again.
Harold has been around. He was involved in the shoplifting I alluded to... but for some reason is totally off the hook. He is an elusive little blighter.
The revolution is coming- we've already begun digging. Patience.
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