Well, I'm really not sure what to say.
I know I can say that I'm not the same person. I don't know who I am. I thought that's what middle school was for, figuring out who you actually are, right??
Probably.
Why should I listen to what they say about stuff like that??
I probably should.
Well, there was a big fight and a bunch of tears and tons of tissues. I know I love him, but I have so much more to tell him all the time, but I can't... because he's not here?? because I'm not here?? because I know he'd be mad?? because I can't stand the faces and sighs and anger and disappointment?? or simply, because I can't??
I feel like I'm the only one working around here, opening the book, trying to make everyone happy, listening listening listening. I'm waiting for the moment.
...I'm sorry to those who have been waiting on a post from me. Like I said, I've been working. I'll try to write more later. It's been helping, I think still maybe a little less than the pint of Ben and Jerry's sitting on my desk.
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