Mar 18, 2005 02:17
tonight was god awful.
i want my dad. im want to stop crying. i want him to treat me like a friend. i want nothing to do with him. i want my clothes back. i want to stop feeling like im going to yak. i want to stop feeling. i want time to hurry up and pass. i want these wounds to heal... thank you for pouring the salt on them tonight.
i cant express this.