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i can offically say my room is 95% 96% completed.
its disheartening that you lack the character that your supposed to be.
to me and three other people. and now to three more new young faces.
i know you know that.... but what saddens me the most about it is the fact that u havent even taken the slightest step to change.
your efforts of connecting though on a phone line comes only once every two weeks... if im lucky. and your efforts of dropping by a visit comes merely, only once a month.
i stop and think to myself.... you.... only want to see me 12 times in one year?
am i a child still crying over something thats already been lost?
i must say for my own defense however, that i make effort to see you, to drop by and say hello--because i know you are just a little more then five miles from the house,
to call you to tell you i got my first job, or to tell you about my really good report card.
why do you lack the curiosity about what has been happening in my life?
do you forget about me, a sixteen year old teenager?
i cannot even express how bad it truly hurts to know that you forget my birthday every year. and you have only remembered recently because they share it with me. how bad its hurts when i cook you a thanksgiving dinner, and bring it to you... to only find you, past out, again
i almost feel that i have missed out on being young because of you. seriously.
i have chosen to spend being a teenager in the "never-existed bank" to cash out and become "bankrupt" trying to be a parent to something thats NEVER going to change.
each day i learn to except your existence and your way of life.... but that only shakes me momentarily from reality.
its disheartening that you lack the character that your supposed to be.
to me and three other people. and now to three more new young faces.
i know you know that.... but what saddens me the most about it is the fact that u havent even taken the slightest step to change.
your efforts of connecting though on a phone line comes only once every two weeks... if im lucky. and your efforts of dropping by a visit comes merely, only once a month.
i stop and think to myself.... you.... only want to see me 12 times in one year?
am i a child still crying over something thats already been lost?
i must say for my own defense however, that i make effort to see you, to drop by and say hello--because i know you are just a little more then five miles from the house,
to call you to tell you i got my first job, or to tell you about my really good report card.
why do you lack the curiosity about what has been happening in my life?
do you forget about me, a sixteen year old teenager?
i cannot even express how bad it truly hurts to know that you forget my birthday every year. and you have only remembered recently because they share it with me. how bad its hurts when i cook you a thanksgiving dinner, and bring it to you... to only find you, past out, again
i almost feel that i have missed out on being young because of you. seriously.
i have chosen to spend being a teenager in the "never-existed bank" to cash out and become "bankrupt" trying to be a parent to something thats NEVER going to change.
each day i learn to except your existence and your way of life.... but that only shakes me momentarily from reality.