And all of this was all your fault.
I'm sure it was, sir. I'm sure it was. You only slept with his long-time girlfriend, right?
Anyway.
I fucking hate my mother.
She all pissy and shit and I can't take it.
I can't lock myself in my room all day and I can't very well sit in the same room with her either.
-.-
Fucking whore.
I'm so done dealing with her.
Honestly, I'd like to know what the damn wind has to do with our plans to go to the mall?
Really?
You're gonna start swerving?
You've only been driving for about 30 years.
Amanda fucking went out in it.
Sorry.
Ranting.
Dad escaped and didn't take me with him.
I can't wait until I can drive.
"You told him you were fantastic."
"What?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck. By now you should know that if I ever tell someone that I'm fantastic, I'm either messed up on something, or totally lying my ass off."
"Oh."
Idiot.
"You could have anyone so leave undeserving him."
This song really sucks. -.-
Oh.
I forgot to tell you my dream from some time last week.
Here we go:
We were sitting on bar stools, facing each other, our elbows resting on the smooth surface before us. He was speaking with a voice that whispered English wasn’t his first language. His hair was a rich chocolate colour and his eyes glowed like warm honey. Smooth tan skin stretched over his perfect nose and subtle cheekbones.
“What should I do about her?” he asked, his tongue catching on a few letters he hadn’t mastered over the years.
“Tell her,” I answered, staring hard at his features, trying to place him in a different location.
“How can I tell her that? Honestly, I’m not sure she could handle it.”
“Just say it. Take her somewhere quiet, without distraction, and tell her. Don’t whisper and don’t hesitate. Don’t say you’re nervous either, although she’d think it’s cute. Take her hand, look her straight in the eye, and say it. It won’t be easy, but I know you can do it.” I smiled at him as I mindlessly played with the straw protruding from my drink.
“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll tell her I love her.”
My first thought waking up from that? ‘Even though she’s in love with someone else.’
That is all. Goodbye.
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