I think about you everyday; I'm always wondering what you think of me now. I know it's hard. But unlike most people you affect, i will never forget you. No you showed me something i will never see in anybody ever again.
Yeah people lie and cheat, but that's why we get stoked; so we don't have to think about that shit.
I don't think of you, but i wonder why you had left such an impact on me. I sound creepy, but who's creepy is you. Why?
So it has come to my attention that either there people that read my blog, or rumours travel quickly. I'm surprised. I like that you kids are interested in my weird life of being Emily Larone. You know one thing i don't think anyone knows about me is that i absolutely adore the rain, i really do love it. people hate it. For me the rain means to replenish, and i realize now that every time it comes i need it.
Work has become… work. School has become stressful and family has become that happiest part of my life.
I'm hoping that when i go back to momma's i can experience that out doors more than i know, i'm planning on sleeping outside; maybe, depending if my brother consumes my room. I'm really excited. I really need to connect with what i love best, the souls of what is silent to us: nature.
I want to wake up every morning to either rain or sun, rinse my face with clean creek water then go for a hike in the wilderness and get lost. i want to find myself through nature, because people have not helped.
I love my mom, and i love my sister, i love my brother and i love my cat. I love that frog, and that big green slug. may you all be happy.
You know the honest opinion of what I think of you? I think you are mean yet nice. Hard to be, but for someone who knows what it means to be nice and be so mean it takes guts. You know i gradually started to not understand you, so for that i say i'm faking. I fake my conversations with you. HECK! i fake alllllll my fucking conversations with all you people because I DON'T LIKE YOUR STANDARDS. that may be really mean but i don't want to waste my life listening to shit i could care less about, and acting so unusually to respond that it makes me sick.
Can I just confess for one second the fucking pain I have been going through the past month? No I can't because every fucking little thing that you never thought could collide DID. I'm ill.