7 december.
I had just put it out of my head.
Right, I'd forgotten. I'm not supposed to care what people think even if they think I'm just a halfbreed that you fuck and you throw away. That's not supposed to matter to me. I'm supposed to be happy because I'm Tess Summers, mother of Jamie Summers and an embarrassment to anyone associated with me.
Jared Montgomery, he can choke. He can choke and die and I don't care because he's just like the rest of them. They think that everyone else uses people like they do. That everyone else will shrug and walk away. They don't care who they hurt, they never care who you are or what your name is or about you at all. Even if they don't hit you or throw you down a flight of stairs they're all the same. They all think I deserve what they're giving me because there's something wrong with me. Because I come to them. And maybe I do deserve it. If I didn't, I wouldn't be getting it.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
We went to the library today, Jamie and me. We looked through a few picture books and I borrowed some books for myself.
Tori, you should come over soon. I want to talk. Try to be sober, though I know it's hard for you.
Cheers.