Jessicat

Wye Oak
2011-05-29 11:38:15 (UTC)

But what happens afterwards?

Will I live?
Will I grow old?
Will I go to University?
Will I get a Veterinarian's license?
Will I get married?
Will I have healthy children?
Will I watch them grow?
Will I be there for their weddings?
Will I have healthy grand children?
Will I still look at my husband, and smile?
Will I live happy?
Will they be there for my funeral?


There are questions in those questions. The question I want answered is "Who will I marry, and will he be the father of my children?"

They say 2 out of 5 women know the person they will marry by the age of 14. They say 3 out of 5 women know who they will marry by the age of 17. They say 4 out of 5 women know who they are going to marry by the time they are 21. I say I already know.

I want Brad. He's a few points away from a B. I give it another week or so, then he gets the Laptop back. To be completely honest, I don't think it's going to last much longer. People fucked with it too much. It's not the same any more.

To be completely, and utterly honest, I bet me and Taylor would still be together. I never wanted to be the one breaking up with him. Why did I do it... Why didn't I learn that stupid lesson before? Can I have him back? Am I allowed to? Well I think I am entitled to get whatever I want. Can I have him back, officer? I promise not to make the same mistake. You can leave me with a fine, and take my car, send me to court, I am guilty. "A guilty conscience needs no accuser." Officer, do whatever you want to me. Sentence me to Death. I just ask, can Taylor be the last person I see?

He forgot everything. That doesn't matter. I don't want him to remember everything. I just want him to remember how happy we were.

And I'm not going to plead forgiveness, I'm not going to be at his feet, begging for another chance.




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