Tracy

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Dear Diary,

Max didn't show up today, I've known for a while he wouldn't show. He reminded me every chance he could get.

"Hey Tracy, just a reminder I won't be there on Friday" he would say in an annoyingly deep voice.

A voice I so used to feel comfort in, but now I don't know,

How do you feel comfort in something that used to make you feel like shit

I think about that all the time... not just with max but with my mother as well. No matter how much my mother hurts me I still seek her comfort.

In a way I think it's not normal to seek comfort in people who think so lowly of you; what about them makes me feel safe?

I know I shouldn't say this but I miss him... his presence made me feel safe. I know he's out with his friends and he will be back at Sweet Grill tomorrow but it's weird

I hate that I think this way

I hate it
I hate it
I hate it

Tracy

Xoxo

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