Sunday, November 25, 2012

Stopitstopitstopit


I spoke to Sarah today. I confronted her about the smoking. I asked her if the marijuana was hers.

She denied it, and said that she didn’t know anything about the marijuana. When I told her that her teachers had seen her smoking outside the school, she claimed she ‘thought she was allowed’. Then, she accused me of the most outlandish thing I’ve ever heard her say.

She said I told her it was alright! That I gave her the cigarettes and said ‘it was cool’!

She’s grounded for the next two weeks, needless to say. I think I’m not being tough enough on her. I’ll have to think it over.
Kind of sending mixed messages, aren’t we?  You totally gave those to her, you know.

I’m ignoring that. I’m ignoring all the things that I’m not typing. If I ignore them, you’ll go away.
Hey, Lyndsay.

Check your pockets.

I think I’m having a panic attack.

Someone’s been planting receipts on me.

I know these aren’t mine. I didn’t buy these things.
If it makes you feel any better.

We shoplifted the ones you gave Sarah.

I need some air.
You need a lot of things.

Luckily, you have me around to give them to you.

I’m here for you, Lyndsay.

Here to do all the things you’re too afraid to do.

It’s not like I made up how you felt about the teachers.

I bet your husband doesn’t even know you go both ways.  How long’ve you been hiding that?

Stop it stop it stop it.
Why would I stop it?

We’re inseparable now.

Best friends.

I’m in your head.

I’m in your body.

I’m with you all the time.

I know what you think about, when you’re sitting here, alone.

Hoping the screen’ll validate you.

Hoping someone out there will maybe care about your sad, wasted, pathetic life.

I was hoping the pot’d loosen you up after I dropped control, but no!

Poor dumb stick-in-the-mud Lyndsay.

I’m going to have to step things up, I think.

You’re not taking the hint.

It’s hanging right above you, but you’re too afraid to grab it.

Too afraid to kiss.

I’m going to have to force the issue.

You’ll thank me later.

What in the hell are you

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