I held you in my arms one time and lost you just the same
To be honest: Things have sucked cock lately. Today, I found that my mom and dad are having troubles. God, I don't even want to think about that. It reminds me of the time when my aunt and uncle got a divorce and I cried. I stood on my mothers hope chest in the bedroom and looked at her and she looked at me and told me, "No matter what happens, you're father and I will never get a divorce- I promise." I know my parents aren't ones to break promises- and if they do I may end up in a devestated state.
I don't really know what to say to him anymore. I honestly can't recall one hurtful thing I've said to him, but he takes it all so offensively, that theres nothing left to say. But I won't go into detail- taking a higher road is difficult, but growing up happens and if we don't mature then we're just running in circles- back to the drama of school days, back to the times we always say we wish we never had a part of.
Senior week can mess up a lot of things. Drunken phone calls and the distance between here and Ocean City makes the blow harder. Lust and lies, wrapped into the sheets inbetween bare legs and smothered the next day when the comforter is pulled over the pillows again. A good show and a gullible audience.
I'm listening to Ray LaMontagne. Definitely one of the most beautifully sad songs on this earth. If you have the time you should just listen to this song: Jolene. But only if you feel like it- never any pressure my loves.
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