| So I'm really only writing in here to make it feel loved...even if it's not. Sorry, xanga. You just don't cut it anymore. (It's a metaphor...get it?) |
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| whenever my dad leaves, the house goes to hell in a handbasket. my nana bitches a little extra, and my mom yells a little more. she sounds like a two year old when she talks. Today, my nana was trying to tell her how to cook spinach (she'd never done it before) and she literally screamed "I don't WANT to do it another way!" And i'm supposed to respect these people? I mean...I do respect them, but because they're older than me and i have to....not because I think they deserve it. Basically, i hate this house, and i don't want to go back to school tomorrow. This summer was rather sucky. |
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| and I finally realize that everything will be fine. more than fine. Look...i can't promise perfection. I don't expect it either. But...I think we'll be just fine without it, don't you? I know you don't read this anymore, but that's okay. I love you with all of my heart. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. We belong together, we deserve each other, and nothing else matters. Considering the circumstances, this might seem....i dunno...like i'm just...being a girl. but, no. i just know that we are perfect together, and im sorry it took me so long to figure it out. |
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