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Second car, second accident, second chance, second life.
"It wasn't my fault this time daddy I swear." It's always a comfort to hear your father on the other line screaming at you.
She ran into my side. The impact was low but in a fit of fright I slammed my body against the side of the car and knocked my head on the window. I didn't realize how much it hurt until a little later. She was so apologetic and I could tell she felt horrible about everything. I think we might become friends.
The emt and officer were very nice. More than I can say for my father.
In there, you were in there. I could feel you around me, you're always there when I need you most. I need to stop before I break down again.
Stuff like this always makes me think about things I shouldn't be thinking about.
It is time for me to graduate and get out of here. This place is cursed. Or maybe I'm cursed. If that is the fact then running away won't help will it?
I finished your poem. It's so wonderful. I can't wait for you to hear. I wanted to call you and cry to you but on such a day as this I forgot my cell phone.
I feel sick to my stomach and my head is pounding. I don't know if I'll be at school tomorrow. I need rest, I'm spent.
Spent Pleasures. I'll be your fallen angel-girl jesus-satan chick-vampyress. Just kiss me.
Johnny Ramone. Gone. I fucking hate this world.
"It wasn't my fault this time daddy I swear." It's always a comfort to hear your father on the other line screaming at you.
She ran into my side. The impact was low but in a fit of fright I slammed my body against the side of the car and knocked my head on the window. I didn't realize how much it hurt until a little later. She was so apologetic and I could tell she felt horrible about everything. I think we might become friends.
The emt and officer were very nice. More than I can say for my father.
In there, you were in there. I could feel you around me, you're always there when I need you most. I need to stop before I break down again.
Stuff like this always makes me think about things I shouldn't be thinking about.
It is time for me to graduate and get out of here. This place is cursed. Or maybe I'm cursed. If that is the fact then running away won't help will it?
I finished your poem. It's so wonderful. I can't wait for you to hear. I wanted to call you and cry to you but on such a day as this I forgot my cell phone.
I feel sick to my stomach and my head is pounding. I don't know if I'll be at school tomorrow. I need rest, I'm spent.
Spent Pleasures. I'll be your fallen angel-girl jesus-satan chick-vampyress. Just kiss me.
Johnny Ramone. Gone. I fucking hate this world.