I think I really like this guy.
Today was different.
Spent the day after work with Brooke. Burnt my cooch twice with a cigarette on accident.
Spent some time with Emma.
Went four wheeling for the first time in my life, did wheelies and got hit with a tree limb. Laid around till 1am with Chris and Brooke.
Then went and met my boy. Tried fixing his clutch, pulled some people out of a 3 foot puddle with his truck and now I’m home. In bed. With new bruises, burns and looking like i haven’t slept in a year.
Been waiting by the phone all day to see what’s going on.
I talked to my brother early this morning and all I asked was if I could talk to my dad. They said he can’t even talk.
I’m so scared for what might happen. I’m scared that I’m not there. I don’t know what to do. I don’t have anyone to turn to. I’m losing my mind here.
My dad is sick.
I’m honestly scared.
i dreamt of you again. what is wrong with me? why can’t i get rid of you?
it isn’t fair when you let go of me so long ago.