It's been a year since my mother died and honestly I was over the whole rape thing I mean my days are extremely lonely without Tate. it is November and the leaves have started to change colours and fall like an earthy rainbow it reminds me of last Halloween and the times we had spent together listening to music. the new owners of the house are a sweet old couple we me mom and dad haven't bothered them but they will probably die soon anyhow but I'm worried Hayden will mess with them, last night she hid his heart medications and replaced them with migraine pills. Tomorrow I will talk to Tate I really do hope he accepts me I truely miss him his soft pink lips curls of sandy locks the way he talked like no other boy he was down right crazy but I didn't care I wanted to be crazy too!! Days like these, alone, sad, frustrated without him made me want to commit suicide again. I haven't even seen Tate in about a month he's a basement dweller, I never go down there I always here Nora yelling at the dead baby, I don't understand Nora she wanted a baby so fucking badly and now that she has one she never stops complaining.
