By JOSIE
Date: 10 February 2001
STORIES THAT DON'T ADD UP
SO WHO IS MORE IMPORTANT?
ME OR YOUR FUCKIN DRUGS.
I KNOW THESE THINGS THAT YOU MUST THINK I WON'T FIGURE OUT,
I'VE KNOWN THEM ALL ALONG.
YOUR STORIES DON'T ADD UP AND WHEN I CONFRONT YOU, YOU ARE SILENT.
BUT NOT LAST NIGHT,
ONE SIMPLE SCREAM AT ME AND THAT GAVE ME ENOUGH FEAR TO LAST ME A LIFE TIME.
BUT WHAT DID I DO?
I SAID "DO YOU FEEL BETTER"? YOU SAID YES AND DIDN'T EVEN CARE.
SO I SAID "GOOD, NOW THAT THAT'S OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM, DON'T EVER FUCKING DO IT AGAIN". AND SO YOU WERE SILENT ONCE MORE.
YEAH I'M A BITCH. BLAH BLAH BLAH LIKE I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE.
SO WHAT. EVERYTHING USED TO BE FINE BETWEEN US. NO DRUGS, NO FIGHTING.
NOW THAT'S ALL WE DO.
BUT THANK YOU FOR RUINING MY BIRTHDAY AND THANK YOU FOR COMING OVER HIGH,
IN FRONT OF MY DAUGHTER. SHOWS HOW MUCH YOU REALLY CARE.
YOU SAY YOU WERE OUT GETTING ME A BIRTHDAY PRESENT BUT MY BIRTHDAY WAS 2
DAYS AGO AND I'VE RECIEVED NOTHING. BUT THANK YOU ANYWAY BECAUSE NOW I SEE.
LIKE I SAID BEFORE YOUR STORIES DON'T ADD UP.
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