mom and dad have been talking about moving but i don't want to
we have so many memories here; the tree, the picnic table, your room, and the rooftop
they think moving away might be better for me and because they think the house is falling apart
i heard dad say there's no use in your old room so why not get a smaller house in a better part of the state or even country
they're looking everywhere
i'm so used to california days and nights that another state would be unthinkable
two people were shot in the house by mr caldwell's yesterday
mr caldwell lives two houses down from us
there's a guy who's been hitting on me at school
he's pretty
i wish you were here so we could talk about him and you could see him for yourself
the breeze keeps blowing my hair in my face and my tears across my cheeks. sometimes, my hair gets stuck in my tears
i hate when that happens
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Missing You [✔️]
Short Story'you're not gone' ~ 'i hate you' ~ 'i miss you' ~ 'i love you' started: October 6th, 2018 - finished: October 6th, 2018 highest ranking: #10 in lovemyself