Days are hard. some more than others. I can tell im disnutritioned. I dont take pictures anymore. My interest for guys has left the planet. I only have one thing in mind. Someone who would put a random person he just met that day before me. Yet he's all that matters. All that makes me wake for the next day. Im couting. ONLY ONE MORE DAY TILL I SEE HIM. He isn't picking up my calls this day. Its making me anxious. But i feel like he wont sell out on me. So i just let it go.
i get a call that night while im in the car. It was me annabelle and mariel. driving down miracle mile. Its an UNKNOWN number my favorite! so i pick up ready to eat shit. But its not a regular funny prank caller. Its somebody saying that there krewds homegirl and that he isn't going to pick up my calls. because he thinks im a psycho bitch and he already has a girlfriend. So to just leave him alone. And when i ask so why doesn't he have the balls to tell me himself. they respond with. because he doesn't want you to slit your wrist and beg for him back.
This just sounds to believable. And all i can do is cry and cry and cry and cry. And somehow the tears just dont stop pooring out. We go to pick up miry. Who was stood up by armando. And all she can do is cry too.
::Miry till this day you probably wont know how much that day meant to me. But you were there for me even though we probably didn't even speak. i knew i wasn't alone. And i want you to know you will never be either. as long as im alive. and i love you::
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