quick thanks to whoever the hell reads this. because i wasn't even planning to keep going at this, but i am. updates will be pretty freaking quick too. but here, jamie/texas action. jexas.
(Sent From – Jamie, Sent To – Texas. 5:39PM)
I miss you some days. Even though you’re weird.
(Sent From – Texas, Sent To – Jamie. 5:46PM)
And I want to kill Justin Bieber. Doesn’t mean anything, does it?
(Sent From – Jamie, Sent To – Texas. 5:48PM)
Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I’m visiting my Dad for two weeks; we’ll sort this out then.
(Sent From – Texas, Sent To – Jamie. 6:02)
Why does everything have to be on your terms? Just because you don’t ‘want to get into it’, I can’t? I’m sick of this, stop posting stuff into my locker, stop talking about me to your friends, and leave me alone. You can have a nice conversation with yourself, in two weeks’ time. I don’t understand why you’re going to see your dad anyway; didn’t he tell you he wanted you dead? He’s an alcoholic, he isn’t even mentally stable. You’re just going to get yourself hurt, have a nice time playing happy families. X
(Sent From – Jamie, Sent To – Texas. 6:08PM)
Like you would know everything. This isn’t on my terms, okay! So what if I want to see my dad, it’s not like you would understand anyway. You have the perfect family, you don’t understand anything! You know what, forget what I said, I’m moving on now, and I don’t care if it hurts you.
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perfect flaws.
ChickLit{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.
