juliams
sunlight was ever-present during these months--along with the cold. we drew our thick black curtains every "night" to block it out.
she had grown so much since he had seen her last. grown to the point where if someone had not told him she was his daughter, he would not have recognized her.
a tale. my tale. what's there to say?
i just want to punch her in the face sometimes. for all the pain she has caused me. i punch the wall instead because it can't yell at me. i should hang around with things that can't yell.
she had all of these lofty ideas. switch schools, get a loan, do med school. but practicality--that, she lacked.
i'm really going. i am finally going. i am getting out of here, i am flying across the ocean to someplace new and my heart can't stand the wait. it is ready to burst out of my chest cavity and beat me to france.