that was beautifully written. but i don't understand the sudden lack of self confidence. maybe it's just this week...but yer fucking sam maddox, kid. it's scary to me that my complete heroin doesn't believe in herself. because i hold you on a pedastal, and if you can do it, hey! maybe i can do it too! it's worth a shot, right? ...maybe i, too, can move to morocco and live in a tent and be a waitress and write novels and come home to america after ten years and settle down. maybe i can be cool enough to cut my hair and get my nose pierced and be the scenest kid in cy fair high school. maybe i can pull of looking like peter pan... but if YOU can't do it... you with yer scholarship and K level classes and honor student stickers and good report cards, you with yer writing and yer novel and yer running that INSPIRES ME, a born runner, to run, you with yer thighs that don't touch and yer impossibly low weight and yer perfect complexion and the quick wit that sizzles off yer tongue like splats of grease in a frying pan... how the hell can i? if you have no other reason to believe in yerself and KNOW that you will accomplish great things in life (and realize, that you can go anywhere away from houston), than believe in yerself for me. and i am being completely fucking honest. YOU have always told me i could do things. YOU are my mentor. i'm lost without you.
Re: from skankwow_letsdoitJanuary 10 2005, 01:54:56 UTC
i dont even know what to say.
thank you. i think thats the only thing i really CAN say.
thank you thank you thank you.
its a little funny that i could basically copy and paste that..and send it to you, and mean it just as much as you did.
i love you. for that comment. and also, for being the only person brave enough to comment on this particular entry.. most likely because you're the only person who would really MEAN any nice things they tried to say about me.
because i hold you on a pedastal, and if you can do it, hey! maybe i can do it too! it's worth a shot, right?
...maybe i, too, can move to morocco and live in a tent and be a waitress and write novels and come home to america after ten years and settle down.
maybe i can be cool enough to cut my hair and get my nose pierced and be the scenest kid in cy fair high school. maybe i can pull of looking like peter pan...
but if YOU can't do it... you with yer scholarship and K level classes and honor student stickers and good report cards, you with yer writing and yer novel and yer running that INSPIRES ME, a born runner, to run, you with yer thighs that don't touch and yer impossibly low weight and yer perfect complexion and the quick wit that sizzles off yer tongue like splats of grease in a frying pan...
how the hell can i?
if you have no other reason to believe in yerself and KNOW that you will accomplish great things in life (and realize, that you can go anywhere away from houston), than believe in yerself for me.
and i am being completely fucking honest.
YOU have always told me i could do things. YOU are my mentor.
i'm lost without you.
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thank you. i think thats the only thing i really CAN say.
thank you thank you thank you.
its a little funny that i could basically copy and paste that..and send it to you, and mean it just as much as you did.
i love you.
for that comment.
and also, for being the only person brave enough to comment on this particular entry..
most likely because you're the only person who would really MEAN any nice things they tried to say about me.
god. YOU are MY mentor.
i'm lost without YOU.
il4u4e.
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