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.
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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