...Is there a point?
If you guys don't hear from me for a while, I'll be sure to send a postcard from Hell once I'm done with myself.
I love how great and wonderful and perfectly fucked up my life is. You guys want to know? I'll tell you.
I was born out of a crack head woman by the name of Tammy. My father's abusive and has been since I was 5 years old. Born in Pennsylvania and didn't move until I was 5 when I met Emily.
Emily loved me with all her heart, or so she claimed. We were best friends until we started dating in 9th grade. But, we fell apart for various reasons. I had some girlfriends before/after/during my time with her. And I won't lie, she meant the world to me.
So, now, 15 year old me. Yeah, I'm funny and lovable. Everyone loves Ed. No one hates him, or wants to hurt him. At least, that's what I've been told.
I always thought I was good at accepting everything in life. Good at accepting the fact I'd be a worthless fuck bag no matter what I did. Right. Does everything with a smile and plays everything off like it's nothing.
Well if I'm as well raised as everyone thinks, why did I lose my virginity at 13?! Why did my parents make me choose between living in Seattle or Cleveland where one way or the other, I'm going to be killed.
...Never belonging isn't just nothing. My friends are all I have. And I'm enough of a dumbass to lose the one that meant the most to me. All because my stupid heart has to fucking fall for a girl becasue she helped me out. She was the light at the end of the tunnel. Emily never was. She treated me like what I was. A fucking piece of shit.
It must be what I am. But who cares, no one will even remember Ed.
I love how great and wonderful and perfectly fucked up my life is. You guys want to know? I'll tell you.
I was born out of a crack head woman by the name of Tammy. My father's abusive and has been since I was 5 years old. Born in Pennsylvania and didn't move until I was 5 when I met Emily.
Emily loved me with all her heart, or so she claimed. We were best friends until we started dating in 9th grade. But, we fell apart for various reasons. I had some girlfriends before/after/during my time with her. And I won't lie, she meant the world to me.
So, now, 15 year old me. Yeah, I'm funny and lovable. Everyone loves Ed. No one hates him, or wants to hurt him. At least, that's what I've been told.
I always thought I was good at accepting everything in life. Good at accepting the fact I'd be a worthless fuck bag no matter what I did. Right. Does everything with a smile and plays everything off like it's nothing.
Well if I'm as well raised as everyone thinks, why did I lose my virginity at 13?! Why did my parents make me choose between living in Seattle or Cleveland where one way or the other, I'm going to be killed.
...Never belonging isn't just nothing. My friends are all I have. And I'm enough of a dumbass to lose the one that meant the most to me. All because my stupid heart has to fucking fall for a girl becasue she helped me out. She was the light at the end of the tunnel. Emily never was. She treated me like what I was. A fucking piece of shit.
It must be what I am. But who cares, no one will even remember Ed.