Awe, I remember during the summer when we went to see fireworks but we left because it started raining. My feet were wet and sand caught into it. I didn’t want to put on my shoes because it would instantly ruin them, so I walked with bare feet. The ground was nice and warm, yet it still hurt because of the pavement. You were holding a water bottle, half full. You told me to go sit down on the bench over there. You took my feet and started pouring the water on my dirty feet. But i took the water bottle and said, “I can do it by myself.” I sparingly used the water so that you could use it too. Because your feet was covered in sand too. I miss summer, and I miss you too. I know we aren’t that close anymore but hopefully this summer will be better.
Sunday, January 23, 2011. Sounds like just any other day doesn’t it? Not for me. Started off going to Surrey with, Bobbi and, Maxwell. Why? Because I wanted to go to Sally Beauty Supply. Surrey is pree scary, so I didn’t wanna go alone. In exchange, I had to go to a dance with my friends. I agreed, what could go wrong? I arrived at the dance location. There was no one there yet because it was 8:30, not even a line. My friends finally came around 9-ish. Still no line. I thought to myself, wow, this is gonna be a waste of my life, and my 10 dollars, but I thought whatever I’m just gonna party hard. It was already 9:30pm still nobody, I guess people come fashionably late now a days. 10pm Everybody started arriving, but it was still pretty bunk. I had to leave around 11pm because my mom thought i was chilling at my friends house. No I did not go home at 11pm, I went home at 2pm. The next day that is. Where did I sleep? You probably thought I slept at Dianne’s right? think again. Dianne was in the Philippines, so I couldn’t. I texted everybody I knew that I was willing to sleepover. No one, except Winnie. Fucking seriously saved my life there. Yes, I slept over Winnie’s place. It was a crazy night for this little girl, but it was somewhat fun. I’m surprised my mom didn’t kill me. (:
Seriously, you fucking come home and throw me fucking tantrum, lecture me about my life? Fuck you, I know you don’t want me to be a fucking failure like you but fuck, I’m trying my best that I fucking can. What you can’t get my attention so you throw stuff at me? What kind of mom are you. On the phone u were just in a fucking good mood. Seriously if your having a bad day doesn’t mean you can make mine go down too. Separate your fucking life with mine. Please. You tell me to get good grades. But look at you fucking elementary school drop out. I’m not smart like dad okay? Seriously. Got my fucking stupidity from you. I know you lived a hard life but that doesn’t mean I have to go down the same fucking path. I’m much stronger than you. This is CANADA not fucking back home. It isn’t as dangerous, there’s no more fucking gangs. I won’t fucking get jumped or taxed if I don’t got beef with anyone. I’m almost 15, I know it seems young but mom, I’m not as weak as my sisters..I was fucking raised like a tomboy. Seriously, stop being so over protected.
I’m really happy, happy that you actually cared back then. So I was talking to you, and you told me, I put you through guilt trip. Even if it was long time ago, its nice to know that you actually cared for me once.
I heard you went to my friends work to get some food, and you ask her if I’m still mad at you. SERIOUSLY!? Are you fucking with me? Who was the nigga that called me and dumbass bitch 4 months ago. Who the fuck said “don’t talk to me ever again. Dumb bitch.” HUH?! buddy, PLEASE. I wasn’t even fucking mad. But you just made me mad by that. Like SERIOUSLY. 4 months without talking to me, and you decide to ask one of my friends if I’m mad at you?! BUDDY. First of all, you started shit with a guy that I liked, not cool. Second of all, you fucking got fucking Armin involved in this shit. You should’ve just fucking apologized for calling him names, you fucking pussy. HOLY SHIT. AND NOW THIS!? %@#$^$@!BUDDY. oh my fucking god. When I fucking thought I FINALLY got you outta my life. YOU ASK MY FRIEND IF I’M MAD?! Holy shit. PMO. GTFO OUT OF MY LIFE. Seeing you at school is painful enough, okay? Don’t fucking talk to me, OR my friends. Now go chill with some LGs, GO.