In middle school, I dressed in black, listened to emo bands, and hated life. My mom constantly bitched about this "phase", and threatened to "send me away."
So, I became a "happy", preppy girl in 9th grade and ditched my "depressing" friends. They all hated me, except Chris, my "kinda" ex.
He said, "I'll be ready when you are, Tina."
"Get lost, loser", I said
He smiled.
***
Tonight, I dreamed of a gone daddy, a blind mother, a fake world, cuts, and scars. I was crying and angry when I awoke. I grabbed my phone and texted Chris.
IM READY
So, I became a "happy", preppy girl in 9th grade and ditched my "depressing" friends. They all hated me, except Chris, my "kinda" ex.
He said, "I'll be ready when you are, Tina."
"Get lost, loser", I said
He smiled.
***
Tonight, I dreamed of a gone daddy, a blind mother, a fake world, cuts, and scars. I was crying and angry when I awoke. I grabbed my phone and texted Chris.
IM READY
