sad ⌁ mgc au

fourteen.

december 3, 2014

dear diary,

michael and i went to the park on november thirty one. we ate ice cream.

i got some strawberry ice cream and he got rocky road. it was fun.

we rode bikes right after. we rode around the park for a while and then decided to give it a rest.

after that we went back to his house and he quickly asked if i could return the favor. i had no idea what he meant so i asked him.

he then said, ' for what i did for you yesterday. '

i immediately got the memo and i told him i couldnt.

he got really mad. he yelled why, and that i was just using him so i could feel ' good. ' he then pushed me and i fell back onto the floor.

i hit my head but he didn't care and told me to get out.

i was sobbing at this point. he didn't care about me.

i went home and called beverly. i told her they were right about michael. he was just another selfish boy.

i didn't hate him though.

what's wrong with me?

" i feel like a wasted soul, a hologram of skin and bones. "

-- lola.

( a/n SORRY HATE ME. )