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My mom told me to go through all our recipes.
Oh, the memories.
Some were so old that I couldn't even read them.
It was so strange to think that at one point,
my ancestors were looking at this same piece of paper,
trying to decide what to eat. (:
Fighting: Drains everything out of me,
yet fills me up with something totally new.
I love the bruises, cuts, and scars.
I love the excitement.
Everything, EVERYTHING, feels so much better
after a good, rough fight.
I AM THE SPECIAL EDITION, one of a kind, perfectly made with perfect flaws, beautiful in every way Nikki, and no one, I mean NO ONE, can ever change that. I'm me. (:
last summer, you ruined my life.
you made me better.
you made me laugh.
you made me cry.
our little rendezvous in the back of the theater
was nothing to you, but everything to me.
sometimes i miss you.
but my overall feeling is "fuck you" (:
I wake to your text early each and every morning.
I can imagine your face as you type it out.
Always a heart next to my name.
Always sincerity.
Always love.
Always.
Blotches are our mistakes.
You know, those back-of-the-theater blow jobs.
Those broken promises.
The signs of a fight.
The dirt on our knees.
We all have them.
Man up and accept them.
blotches remind me of when my best friend lost her virginity. we decided to betray our parents and go stay at his apartment. i fell asleep on the floor. her boyfriend woke her up and made her have sex with him. she woke up and had blotches of his semen all over her.
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