dear j,
i met this guy. his name is Taylor.
he's real sweet, calls me beautiful and an angel.. i don't like guys who lie.
he keeps talking sweet to me. he's a really nice guy.
but he doesn't quite understand the term 'love' i think.. he tells me he loves me, but he's only known me for three days.. he acts as though we've known each other for three years, instead.
i don't always feel comfortable talking to him, infact, I don't really like him like that.. but i go along with it, and it disgusts me, honestly.
i wish you were here to scare him off like you did to Scott..
i have a feeling he'll be asking fur nudes soon.. he's damn we'll getting there.. his winks disgust me.
i got an appointment tomorrow at.. five? i don't know, i don't fucking care.
dad kept bugging me about it, saying if i was okay to go with mum.. i kept saying i don't care, because, in all honesty, i don't care about anything anymore. like, i really don't, and you know what is quite frightening? i don't care that i don't care. im not even frightened by this fact.
i don't care, but i love you.. and i like country now..
bye j
signed,
