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How can I hate something that is so beautiful?


Its late.

The sun is setting.

The sky is a beautiful.

Towards the horizon it is a light blue, almost white.

Higher up it gets to be a dark blue.

It’s a clear nigh, not a cloud in sight.

A few stars appear here and there, but its to early for them.

All I can really see is the black silhouette of them.

I hear ducks quaking.

I sit.

In my over sized bowl like chair.

Cuddled in blankets.

Listening to “Hey Soul Sister.” By the train.

About to go read my newest book.

“The boy and the dog are sleeping.

I love this.

But hate this.

My father doesn’t understand who I am.

I get yelled at for everything.

My sister kicked me as hard as she could on my head today.

But I got in trouble for yelling at her.

I have asked 30 times to drive during this trip.

The first time my sister asked to drive, she gets to drive all the way back to our mountain house.

I have grown to resent m father evern more, shocker?

My thoughts of killing myself have returned yet again.

Today I contemplated the thought of when my father finally lets me drive,

Driving us off a cliff.

Or staying in my room and setting the house on fire.

I would never do these things.

But that’s what I think.

The song has changed.

I am now listening to Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings.

I want to die.

My friends never text me anymore.

This is driving me crazy.

I can not wait to go to Georgia tomorrow.

I bought a bowl for me and my cousin to smoke with.

It’s a corn cob pipe.