she's not coming back. I wanted her to be here so bad; and that is the only reason I came back. Yet, I know that someday she will see the words I have written for her...
So I guess I will just drink and watch, right Erica?? Why don't you just come back on here and call me a whore and a gutter rat. You know that is what you want to say to me.
Make fun of my cigarette stained hands; as my flowers wilt away in the vase. Go ahead and survive on Daddy's money; and call me a 'rag picker' as I shop at the thrift stores...
You never deserved me; and perhaps it was my fault. But, I wanted to stop lying to you; but you would have been dissapointed. I would also like to know who you were 'texting' the message 'I love you' to??? It was not my #; and it was not your mums...
Take care forever,
Pam.
