I find it funny that I ask myself where you went, more pathetic than funny but I always find humor in the more darker things. But these things I don’t find humor in. things like how you went to jail, spent thousands of dollars that mom and dad are trying to pay off for you,
I wish that you never kissed February’s scummy stepbrother. I should’ve stopped you. I feel like a lot of things would’ve been different if I had just taken action. But I guess it’s not worth thinking about anymore. You don’t care to talk to February anymore, and she you, but this really cause a landslide.
I slipped in Mud. My shoes were ruined. My skin caked with dirt. But your arms were there I ripped up my Socks. I was so angry. I was ready to die. But you had already ran I slipped Again. This time on ice. My hands were cold. But yours were warm on mine (in
It has been a long time… I used to compare my love, my obsession, for you to an addiction. You were my drug-of-choice. Using this comparison, all of those random times we’d talk or meet up (after one or the other swore it would never happen again) soon became defined in my own mind as
I was there for you when Rat treated your family like shit. I was there for you when your stepsister annoyed the ever-living christ out of me. I was there for you when your mother despised her life. I was there for you when your mother despised you. I was there for you when you
Dear ex-“Punky”, Yeah you got that nickname cuz I called you a punk so much – but looking back, you weren’t a punk, you were just a jerk. Luckily, I’ve trained you to improve in that department, but I can’t change the fact that you will always be boring, with your boring family, and your