Chapter 12

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I've been writing like the proffesor told me to do. Writing about Dani. Writing about me, all the thoughts. I haven't talked to my mother, and yesterday she showed up at my door, tears in her eyes. When i opened the door i wasn't prepared for what i was going to see. And neither was she. I had on a long sleeved black shirt, but my sleeves were rolled up, exposing my wrist, which had my other new tattoo on it. A black pattern around it. My ears had fake gauges in, my nose is peirced. My hair is short and black. I like this, i've been more comfortable in my own skin the past two months than i ever have been before. Maybe even more comfortable than i was just with Dani. Because i'm gaining confidence without Dani. And that feels... good. Really really good. My mother had tears glistening in her eyes, and audibly caught her breath when she saw me. She stands there staring for a solid minute, then sobs, shaking her head. "I can't do this..." She says, then walks away. Can't do what? Live her life and let me live mine? If me becoming my own person is to much to deal with, then i would hate to see what would happen if something SERIOUS came up. I shut the door, my brain really doesn't absorb what just happened. It just becomes a blank canvas, so i do what all reasonable people do. Blare some music and paint. This is something new i've picked up in the last two months. One day i was just walking through a store and all of the sudden i was in front of the paint stuff. So i bought some. And have come to realize, that i really like painting. Also, i like writing. My proffesor says i've got skills, which i guess is a good sign. I've been writing for our newspaper, which is helping keep me busy, and is also allowing to meet new people. Which help me not think of Dani so much.

But i still think of her.

Is that what this is about?

I want to make sure i can be my own person and still want Dani?

If that's the case, then the answer is yes.

I still think of her constantly.

Still miss her.

Still go to sleep wearing her hoodie.

Still count the days.

I still love her.

One month untill December.

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