Kidnapped

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x x x

Like a dying flower,

We are all falling leaves,

Cascading like a waterfall,

Into the broken earth,

Forever to be forgotten

x x x

Dear future self,

I can always dream of the person who will be opening this letter today. It could be a famous author, singer, actress. It could be a washed up drug addict, a wife, a mother even. I could be in jail, can you even open your own letters in jail? But whatever I am doing I hope you appreciate the 17 year old girl who is writing to you in this difficult stage of life, and think back to how awful we once were. Life can always get better can't it?

But I still haven't figured myself out. I engage in the art of procrastination and eating. And that's about it.

Also at the moment, I am not sad or happy. My letters to you won't be in either of these states as I don't think these emotions can ever truly reflect you, yourself. Because I'm not a particularly happy person and I'm not a particularly sad one either. So I guess I'm in the inbetween.

I may write again.

I may not.

That's the whole fun of it.

Love from Averee x

Ps. Thanks I guess for reading.

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"Averee I'm not even joking if you don't get your skinny ass out of bed and into the shower" my best friends voice barks, droning along with the sound of my stereo. "I'll get a wet sponge"

"Your funny Erin" I hiss, moving so my eyes were the only thing visable under my floral bedspread. "I kinda remember telling you that I'm not going today?"

"You're going" she chuckles, picking up my creased jeans and getting them ready to be worn. "If not, I want a full proper excuse on to why you are ditching your friend who is taking you to see four hot Australian guys"

"I'm ill"

"Lies lies lies" she grins, opening my curtains to let in the daylight. "You haven't been out of your room in days. All you do is sit and watch lame episodes of old scooby doo and eat leftover McDonald's. Not happening today beautiful"

"Hey I love scooby doo" I whine.

"Every seventeen year old girl needs a life, especially the weird scooby doo loving ones" she smiles, rummaging out a Rolling Stones tshirt. She scrunched her nose before she carries on routing in my wardrobe.

"But I don't know their music" I whine, tugging my phone out and settling back down on tumblr.

"Doesn't matter" she grinned, pulling out a flowy black sunflower dress and small brown boots. "come on what's the worst that can happen?"

"They could kidnap me?"

x x x