not that it matters...pretty_violentJuly 17 2002, 15:33:56 UTC
but i adore you. i think you are extremely talented in like, everything you're interesed in. you're so fucking pretty i want to cry. you are so far beyond your years i think you are from the future or something like that.. anyway... if i ever have a daughter.. i want them to be as "fabolous" as you.
Re: not that it matters...iceicekatieJuly 17 2002, 23:50:39 UTC
actually, that DOES matter, alot. thankyouverymuch & i could say the same about you, alot. alot, i say! have fun sticking it in the hole in TAMPA. (runoffsnickering)
ITS OKAY. CHEER UP POOPOO FACE. WHEN YOU COME TO SEU I WILL ONCE AGAIN NESTLE YOU INTO MY BOSOMS AND TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING. :))))))))))) EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT CAUSE SEU IS A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND YOUR MOM WONT BE THERE. AND THE ONLY STARES YOULL BE GETTING AT SEU WILL BE FROM HOT BOYS THAT WANT TO STICK IT IN YOUUUUUUUUU. (sorry scott but its true hahahahaha.) YAYAYAYA!
so you get to go to those awesome "figure out what's wrong with her, i know something is..." doctor's visits too. funnnn. My favorite line was "Wow. i'm shocked you haven't run away or started cutting yourself yet."... gee thanks lady.
it gets SO much better when you leave the house i promise. what sucks is when you go back, you forget all that tolerance you had to build up, how desensitized you got, and you can't believe how you tolerated it for so long.
i am a secret from my parents....they know nothing of me....they overanalyzed me a few times, or degraded some things i felt most passionate about...and now i am like a stranger, who walks through their house from time to time, remembering what the walls felt like there, the perfumes my mom wears...
it is difficult. and it fucking hurts. i asked for help awhile ago, and my parents went on "vacation", saying they would "help" when they got home. and they truly forgot about me. i live alone, though, and i have a few good friends, so i guess it's okay.
"sometimes i really hope that when i turn around you stop frowning, or glaring, just so that i dont see it." ...
reminds me of Memento. "Is the world still there when I close my eyes? I like to think so." The contexts don't match really, but I suppose it's all up to interpretation.
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i think you are extremely talented in like, everything you're interesed in. you're so fucking pretty i want to cry. you are so far beyond your years i think you are from the future or something like that..
anyway... if i ever have a daughter.. i want them to be as "fabolous" as you.
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it gets SO much better when you leave the house i promise. what sucks is when you go back, you forget all that tolerance you had to build up, how desensitized you got, and you can't believe how you tolerated it for so long.
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it is difficult. and it fucking hurts.
i asked for help awhile ago, and my parents went on "vacation", saying they would "help" when they got home. and they truly forgot about me.
i live alone, though, and i have a few good friends, so i guess it's okay.
take care, darling. <3
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reminds me of Memento. "Is the world still there when I close my eyes? I like to think so." The contexts don't match really, but I suppose it's all up to interpretation.
And the usual, when you leave, it'll be better.
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