December 26th, 2003

shawn and hunter

Paper. Cut.

After years of living in a hell that was created for you, your mother drinks, your father neglect you, your friends don't listen, you can never express what's really wrong. You long to prove to the world some day that you are more than every one thinks, more than some old used bloodied tampon that they take you as....

You get that one boyfriend. Girlfriend. Lover. Soulmate.

And they supposedly love you and they teach you the way, they kiss you and touch you and it could be wrong but it feels so right, and for once you think you've finally caught that fallen star....

But after five or so weeks you invite thm over and the refuse two offers. They say they have to work and you're not really sure that's up. Their friends hate you so you can't ask them. You call all the time and they don't answer their cell phone. You leave messages on their voice mail but never call you back.

And you want to know what's wrong, and for some reason its nagging at the back of your head that you fucked it up once again.

And you really are this no-good failure.
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