january 15, 2013
mom was speeding today.
we were late to physical therapy, and she forgot to be careful. she just wanted to be on time, since we were late yesterday too. i yelled at her since she was going fifty three in a forty five. you can only go five miles above the speed limit, not eight. it's not safe. someone will get hurt.
she forgot that if you take a girl with post-traumatic stress disorder into a speeding car, she might freak out a little.
andrew texted me today. he wanted to hang out since we hadn't in a while. a told him that i was busy today, and that it wasn't a good time. i lied. he could tell, and he said so. he said that he was supposed to be there for me, but how can he when i don't let him?
we broke up.
over a text conversation.
mom found out. she's been doting on me, making sure everything is perfect. it's not obviously, but not because andrew and i broke up.
it's because he's not here.
i'm not talking about andrew, i'm talking about petey.
twenty-five days.
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since this is a really small update there's a second one coming, a little later tonight.
i'm taking a class online so i can take another elective in the fall, and i have a phone call with my teacher tomorrow and it's like a test and i haven't studied at all. i get so nervous on the phone too, i hate it. comments are greatly appreciated. c:
- kendall
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Teen Fiction❝all i can think of is what i did, and what happened, and how it's all my fault.❞ ⋙ in which a girl with a mental disorder learns to trust herself again, with the help of the boy across the street.