It's a ZZZ day, and I don't like that. I hate that everything seems to be so easy to end, yet my own life just seems to go on and on like a rainy day story. It's curious somehow, after all that you put me through, that I didn't every try to end my life; I just never liked thinking I could throw myself away that easily.
I don't know a bigger liar than you. On a side note, Grandpa said the other day that right before you died, you said you wanted to be just like him, and he said, "Loree, you are already way better than me." I can't imagine why he said that. Did he want to be an even better at lying than you were? Is that even possible? Of course not. I'm convinced that, unlike you, your father actually has a heart. You were his little girl and you were dying and I can guarantee that he definitely would have said just about anything to make you feel better. He's a parent; that's what parents do.
You weren't an exception either. You lied to me when you probably knew you were going to be dying, and you never said sorry. I spent so long trying to figure out how you could do something that would make me cry so much. Or how you could so easily leave such a painful, unbearable pit in my stomach. BUT YOU WERE A MOM; lying is in the job description.
YOU ARE READING
Break me
ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
