forgetremeberYou want to forget.I want to remember.Does that make me bad?I hope not.
Why?He doesn't love me,He only wants to"Mess around" sometimes.Why?Why am I okay with that?I never thought I would be,Yet here I am.Why?
The PlanThere was thus strange desire that had been engulfing me for a few days. It signified my true madness, Im sure. This thing that I wanted to do was insane. It would ruin my life, for sure. That was its appeal, though. I was tired of being the good girl who always did what she was told. I wanted to piss my parents off; push the limits. I wanted to just leave. Just go. Take all the money in the coin jars and just go somewhere, anywhere, everywhere! Get my best friend and my boyfriend and just leave my life behind. I was tired of everything, I wanted to be different; be crazy.I still do. I will do this. Someday, hopefully soon. Well just leave. Maybe just for a couple of days, maybe forever. Who knows? Who cares!We can bring our instruments and art supplies and writing utensils and just travel around all day, drawing, playing, writing. Start a band. Become artists. Write a novel. So what if we dont make much money? We can find a way to make enough to survive. We could g