You Know What I Love?
Hannah Georgas.
Thats what I Love.
You know what I hate?
How I've Mistreated TheO.
I'm a Horrible, Horrible friend, Arent I?
I Use you for homework, I abuse you, And I Forget about you.
I'm Really, Truly sorry.
But Hopefully you'll still Put up with me?
Please?
Beleive it or not, I need you.
Not just for my Homework,
But as a Vent,
Something.
Even if no body comments,
Even if Nobody Really cares,
I Promise I Care,
I've just... Been Fucked lately.
Really and Truly Fucked.
I Suppose I Should be Censoring myself, Hey?
Whatever,
So, on Thursday Guess who Gets to go to ther-rape-y? I do! What Fun.
I honestly find it funny how my thoughts on therapy change so very very often, and quickly.
So, the real problem is that I have No Fucking Clue what to talk about, and I'm kinda scared, honestly.
What if I Let old pleas slip?
What if I confess about Jocelyn?
What if I Tell her(My Therapist) About Amby? Or Ruki? Or the worst of all, Kazzie?
What if the One hour for twelve weeks does nothing?
What if I'm Forever Fucked?
I'm Too young for this.
Jesus Christ, I Wish this was Easier than this.
I Wish Life was Easier than this.
Wow, I'm a broken fucking record arent i?
I had more to say, but now I Dont.
I'm really sorry,
I'm fucking Pathetic.
Love,
Becca