~it'll be another official year. in a week for me to say
i have lived this long after everything I've been through. I'm
Proud, but for the love of God and the sake of everyone around
me, please dont let me suffer on the day that means most to me by
having to spend 2 hours with you around. i see you enough, why
the frick does it have to be on the most important day that i'm
stuck with you? Hasn't the universe already gotten much proof
that im trying to get away from what i hated most? From the
people that hurt me most? . . . From the objects that hurt me
most? At least those 3 have taught me a lesson. You just gave me
a demo of what hell would be like.~
