No 'hello' today
I don't want to say 'hello' because in the end up, that means saying, 'Goodbye'.
And, well, I've had enough of
'Goodbyes' to last a lifetime.
I feel sorry for you having to listen to the worries of a stupid girl and her divorcing parents.
You can stop reading if you want, I won't be offended. I understand. I can't promise you any happy ending or a dramatic love story.
I went to court today. Kind of glad to have an excuse not to go to school, a certain boy is pissed that I didn't show up at his house last night.
In honesty, I've been scared to leave
my room, my house. Outside that door is the spitting fire between two people who once loved each other.
— that's the worst type of anger. Anger of hating someone for once loving them.
They always say, 'wait for a spark'.
But a spark catches alight and then you're stuck with a burning flame.
We all burn down.
I don't leave my house besides school and those phone calls. Those beckons from those boys.
You know, sometimes I just curl up, alone in those unfamiliar sheets and shiver. It's so cold. All those houses are so cold.
Or maybe that's what it feels like;
when a monster decides to hold you.
It's cold.
Sincerely,
Me.
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