Nov 17, 2005 00:52
i just felt really sick to my stomach.
i need a cigarette and i don't even smoke.
"Fall left such a mess."
john dalton sent me a giant rice krispie treat for my birthday last year.
he also caused me to miss most of my mothers 49th birthday later that month.
i spent most of it laying in a hotel room off of state road 6 watching TV with him.
we spent most of the night fighting while i got drunk off of the bottle of champagne we bought because we thought we were in love.
my mother told me this year that she spent her last birthday crying. i wasn't around.
i messed things up bad.
with her, with him, with me.
when he left we both stopped at a gas station so he could fill up and i could say goodbye. we hugged and i started to cry. he whispered, "don't make a scene, i love you," and left.
no one knew about him but heather and she kept it quiet.
we've all got secrets, don't we.