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[04 Oct 2005|05:11pm] |
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Wow. I haven't written in this for a while...Hm. Really I am just here to vent about how much I miss my love... Oh Frankie..Come back. I have been so lonely without you.
I have totally cried moped the entire time you've been gone.
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The two of us, we dream like one
The two of, the two of us
The two of us, take breath like one
The two of, the two of us
Inside Out by Yellowcard.
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[21 Sep 2005|10:48pm] |
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Haha. Mikey, playing truth or dare is like my life now. Well, besides Frankiiie. Speaking of, where are you my love? -whines-
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[15 Sep 2005|04:36pm] |
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Yesterday. Yesterday was perfect. All I did was set up some quick stuff and Frankie loved it. I thought he would. He was so impressed, but I would do so much more for him if I could. I would get him out of here and take him somewhere special. Somewhere we could be, just me and him. But alas, I don't imagine that day coming anytime soon, if ever.
Fuck, he was more beautiful than the night and I couldn't help but kiss him.
I love him.
I'm may fucking die if I don't see him today.
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[13 Sep 2005|11:02pm] |
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Today was unbelievably long. My main focus was the possibility of seeing Frank today. Frank. Just hearing his name brings a certain level of tranquility to my mind. It's a warm feeling really.
I have a surprise for Frank today. I'm not 100% sure but I think he's gonna love it. I had to bend a few rules but I have faith that it will be great.
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[13 Sep 2005|01:30am] |
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'Please. No. Not tonight please!' I plead, but his belt still cracked down across my bare back, the buckle making sickening snapping sound across my flesh. Curling into a ball, I yelp as he tugs me by the ahir, standing me up and pushing me onto his bed. 'No please!' I beg but he takes no mercy as he strips me down to nothing and takes all my innocence away with one thrust.
I shot up in bed last night, awoken from a dream. A horrible dream, memories not meant to be relived. It was memory of the night my life was condemned as waste of time. How could anyone function after something like that? I was 13 years old. Thirteen. I was basically a waste of space at this point, unable to love or be loved. I'm fat, I'm ugly and I live in a fucking mental institution. I can't even sleep anymore. I might have eaten something yesterday or the day before...I don't remember. I have no friends and no family and I fear I may die lonely. And all for what. To make one sick old man happy? Well thanks for fucking up my entire life.
Thanks, daddy.
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