Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Your Crying.

I don't know what to do. Or how to help. He dosent understand. I wish I knew what to do. I'm sorry!
I know u miss her. And now I can't stop crying. God! Why does he think this is even remotely ok? I mean he has to be clinically retarded. He dosent know anything. He resorts to things at random, and incriminating facts to get what he wants. Which he dosent. He thinks he knows stuff, he dosent. There is nothing be can do to make u do anything.
I would like to say that I could be a parent, but I can't live up to your mom, and I defiantly don't want to be conspired to your dad.
That display was frankly repulsive and disturbing. The immaturity was astronomic and it was border line mentally challenged.
I just want to give you a chance to get out of here. To be your own person. To be undefined by precursors.
I keep thinking about the what if's. What if you saw that post. What if you see this post. To all my unloyal followers, I love her. I live with her. I share a bed with her. But I can't tell her. If I did. It would ruin our friendship. She sees me as a unconventional "daughter" of sorts. I will always be that unconventional best friend...*tears

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