grace
I need to talk to someone. dad left.. he left a fax.. i can't believe this.. he gave me money this morning. i knew something was wrong. i had a feeling he'd leave. i just knew it, in my head you know. sixth sense or something. I'm so... sad i guess. I feel like it's my fault. We were so low to him. maybe i feel worse about this thing because i kind of know how he feels i heard them fighting. i heard him crying. i feel so bad. he was doing so much work for us. we didn't even thank him for it, nothing in return. life sux. I wrote on my hand just about an hour ago... before i found out. "life is so good". what the hell was i thinking. must have been out of my mind. i hate this kind of *censored*. i get all emotional and i can't hide it. I'm so empathetic it's not funny. it's like this book we're studying for literature. I mean I even think that this guy is lost, but i guess i can relate to how he can cry when some one feels bads coz
yeycwho! why can't life just be good to everyone. i'll be fake and he'll resent it more. I don't was anyone to see me like this, maybe my friends. we're gonna sleep in new house 2morrow. you can tell that he's been crying the whole time he's been gone.
Common topics in this essay:
,
Text Ok,
|
Acceptance Essays
