help me.[you were here the last time this happened,where are you?!ineedyou.]
hold me and say its alright to cry.

nothing's been going terribly right since i left you this afternoon.i really don't know what was so hard to tell me.its a two way thing.well,now i'm going through what i went through last year,that happened almost every night.just that the difference now is that we have an audience.how embarrassing,i know.its always been just the three of us.and i'm so used to seeing and hearing everything alone.i'm so used to knowing that the four walls protected me from anyone knowing.but i guess now i couldn't care less.i mean,what's the use in trying to hide what happens to million kids a day.its just that in my case,i haven't talked about it once and there's this whole lot of fuckshit that's built up everytime i hear the screaming and shouting.just as well,the shouting and slamming is over.i really hope there'll be no whacking and slapping.it's gone quiet.means at least someone's done talking.and all this is because someone had too much to drink again.let me just say he's selfish,he never thinks about anything else but himself.i just heard that she owned half of the old house and didn't get her share.fuck him!fuck men.

i just what the simplest of things.
boy,iloveyouso.

and i just wish you'd call.