My heart is still broken.
I still cry more than once a week about Joe.
I miss him, so much it makes me sick.
He hardly even knows my name.
He doesnt know anything about my life.
He doesnt know that I had to stop working because I emotionally couldnt handle things.
He doesnt know that I had to quit choir, because I caught swine flu.
He doesnt know that I have grown as a person, because he wont even talk to me anymore.
But even knowing these things, I cant turn my heart off. I cant pretend like I dont miss him almost every day.
I was pretending for a while. But I still miss him.
About Me
- katibug
- I am Katelyn. Or kati. Or whatever you feel like calling me. I like to chew pen lids, and visit Ikea. I go to school for my friends, for my classes, and then to go home and nap. Its truly and art form. I have a wall,a bubble, or whatever you want to call it. The thing I have to keep people out. I have people I let in, but takes a while. People that want to wait long enough, and put enough effort in, I let them in. I'm loud, I laugh but I like the quite solitude sometimes. I like your mom. Your grandmother's prettu wicked too.
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