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Post by Riley Woods on Oct 12, 2006 19:45:55 GMT -5
Thursday, October 12, 2006 7:40 p.m. Mood: Sleepy&Depressed Music: Shoulda by Hinder
Dearest Diary: I really don't like it here... for some reason everything reminds me of Matthew. I want to cry, but I know I can't. Not in public anyways. My mother's voice keeps echoing in my head: 'Riley, crying is a sign of weakness. Strong people don't cry. Stop.'
Well, mommy dearest, maybe I don't want to be strong. Maybe I don't want to stop! Ever think of that?! No, no of course you didn't. All that you think of is your stupid life and your baking and cleaning! I think I finally figured out why you hate me. Yeah... it's because I'm not perfect. It's because I often cry myself to sleep, isn't it?! Wow...I am talking to this diary thing like it's my mother.
Perhaps I should tell her this... on second thought.... let's keep it between us...
In pain&suffering, Riley[/center]
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