Aww. Suck-tastic life. If it makes you feel any better, it seemed to produce a spiffy poem. I really liked it =D especially the sort of, um for lack of a better word, disjointed thought thing going on? It's a good thing, really.

no, you are NOT a failure.
i love you.
*hug*

*hug* that jerk... I cant even pretend to know how much that hurts. But I did like the poem. It was really powerful, and moving.

That's horrible. I don't know how you feel because I've never lost my mom. But that's just horrible.

When I was in Detroit, I dreamed that Devon died, and I woke up, and I cried for hours. His internet was down, so he hadn't been able to send me e-mails, so I thought that was proof. I was so scared. I cried and cried, thinking about how I'd never date anyone ever again after losing him.

I think it's really strange when people lose a wife or a girlfriend or someone special like that and then they just go back out into the world... and start dating again, so soon. Three years sounds too soon.

I'm not trying to be critical of your dad... I just... have weird views of the world.

I'm fuckin tired.

I like this piece though, it's very raw and it's definitely not just something you put down to write something.

-stix-