BRING ME HOME
story written by Faith A. Sawyer
I wish you could've listened to me for once, just this once. Good thing you realized what went wrong before it got worse. But you were in critical condition. But, C'est la vie, I mean it's over with and it's not officially over till the daft sing, of fat woman, either way, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror without cryin your pretty little eyes out. I warned you, it was no good gettin onto there business like that. Just really, look what you did. Counting yourself like a thanksgiving turkey. But you never did like turkey. You would always try to be funny, even though you were not. No a offense of course, just get out of bed and come with me to get checked Out. Like someone famous would say, " lets get to it then" or something like that. Bring onto us what you will, betray me like you want, I'm not puddy in your hands, I just wont melt over you. Blame me not i am NOT unbroken.
Part one of many more, Sincerly, the Future you,