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Monday, January 16, 2006

   World-san
Kill me now.
I had to have a new one.

She blames me of her sickness...for 5 damn years of a broken heart. I wish I just found a way to mute her out of my mind...all those things that want to make me go crazy.

"Rachel, be more responsible. I am not paying the library 20.00 a month just to pay your expences."

I payed it myself....I just wanted to have a new one. I didn't know I had to pay all my fines off. I mow don't have any money for bus to get to school or to eat lunch all week. Why would you care a damn about me.

"Rachel, you always wonder why I am sick. It's because of you."

No it's not. You are the blame of yourself. You can't blame me because I am unsympathetic toward others.

"Rachel, you are a greedy bastard. I sometimes wish that I was dead because of your emotional abuse."

Sometimes I wish you were too. So I did some emotional abuse. You started my other self, it's you will have to calm my aching nerves to kill you.

She atempted to slap me once we got on the elevator and she pushed me against the wall and told me how I have the fucking nerve to even have a new library card when we could of had the bus home. I rather have a book then have anyone in my life...

So that is a lie.

"Rachel, answer me. Why are you so cold? Why don't you give a fuck about me or your step-father. He is trying to give all he has to make you happy."

Don't you know any better...You are all the reason why I am in so much pain. I don't care how much he gives to me...but how much he works to make a living. He is shit. I want to slap all the softness out of him and make himself do for himself...I love you but what do you do. Ignore me. Might as well disown me.

Leave me alone...Stop haunting me. Let me be at piece.

Who am I talking to?
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