I'm living an absolute dream.
I've never been happier.
Everything is great.
My friends are great.
School went great.
I feel so incredibly valued.

It's July. I can't believe it's July already. This eventful Summer is flashing by me and I would very much like to hold on to it to my best ability. I've had a good run so far.

And I'm sorry mother.
Not because I hurt your feelings, but I'm sorry that all of your attempts cannot phase my joy. None of the horrible things you could say to me and none of the tears you could cry just so I can hear your whimpers through the wall can touch me. I spent six fucking years feeling bad, feeling depressed, hiding in closets and sobbing under desks because of the words you implanted into me. I'm not the girl who bites at her knees in the shower because she has nowhere else to hide. You can tell me I'm rude and disrespectful. You can shut off my phone line. You can throw my closet full of clothes into the front yard. You can say I surround myself with assholes. You can even kick me out like you've been saying I deserve. I'll be happy and I'll find my way, even if it means without you.

If she does
you know where to go.

-points at house-
» Unicornasaurus on 2008-07-02 08:21:34

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