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29 / 5 / 2012 @ 17:18

Miss me?

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25 / 5 / 2012 @ 21:51

The past month has had me to hell and back…

First I flew out to Las Vegas to meet up with my mom and her sad excuse of a boy friend. He used to be good. He used to take care of her, but after I left for Chilton.. So much changed, and I still don’t know why.

My third night of being home, I hadn’t even been there a week, and we were already at each others throats… Note not the first time since I had been home. I got fed up this time, so I left. I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I just walked out in my over-sized T-shirt, and combat boots.

I did come back the next morning though. I stayed out all night, I found my old tree house out in the woods by my house. Still in tact. I stayed there and slept a little.

I came home to find my house burnt down, my mom being arrested, and that sad excuse of a boy friend dead…. My mom was/is frantic.

She didn’t do it. That woman is many things, a killer not being one of them.

I ran to my friend Carissa’s place. Stayed with her for a week or so. She’s changed since I last hung out with her. Drinking, hardcore drugs, and sex was like a nightly occurrence for her. My last night with her was though by far the craziest. 

We went out for some drinks, partied a little. But later in the night, things got bad. Bad to the point of where I went blank. I.. I don’t remember a thing after my third drink. And I can handle my alcohol, so someone definitely laced it. I still don’t know what happened, or why I was laced, or even what with..

… All I know is I woke up the next morning with my new friend Xander, and we were in his car on the way to California. He kept saying how “we couldn’t go back. Not ever.” And anytime I would ask why, or try and find out what happened, he said “It would be best if you never knew.”… What the fuck happened? He even refuses to tell me where Carissa went. God I hope she’s alright.

Xander said, “I’d be in your best interest to just drop your Nevada life, and focus on getting out, and getting money.”

We’ve been from California all the way to Key West. Old rich people are so cute, dumb, and gullible.

I’m done writing for now.  

—-(later in the night, laying in bed. Piper pulled out her journal to add more)——-

I found an old picture a couple minutes ago.. It was in my stash of salvaged personal things.

It’s a picture of him… Carissa came on a date with him and I, she brought along a little boy toy for herself of course… She snapped this photo of us two together.

It’s crazy you know? You can be so happy with someone one moment, then when they’re gone, so completely broken. Yes you can lie to yourself, and act like it’s alright. Like every thing’s fine. But deep down, you’re not…

And you know it.

…. I miss you…