Forbidden Locket
They say love always heals a broken soul… If that is true, then why am I still sitting in this stupid house, alone, on a perfectly good Friday night, a stupid cat, that isn't actually stupid, he's just ugly. You know I still wear the locket he gave me the first time he told me he loved me, and the night he left.
He's been gone for, what, three and a half years, twenty days, sixteen minutes… Not that anyone is counting. I'm freaking 21 years old, attempting the stupid college thing. I can drink for the love of God.
Hmm... Maybe that is why I still haven't been able to get the stupid locket open. Ah, I don't drink that often, considering I don't have friends here, or a boyfriend.
Well you could call the locket problem a "Beautiful Mystery", pa-sha, more like an "Annoying Mystery that has stumped me for three and a half years".
The thing that bothers me the most is that no one, and I'm not exaggerating like my mom said last time I went home, cares about my problem, well more like and issue.
Maybe it isn't as full blown as I am imagining? Hell, the man I loved left, and although he wrote letters for a maximum of two weeks, he still just left. And like I have mentioned a few times, I am living alone on the salary of Darius's nephew. Yes I am speaking of S to the H to the A to the Y.
He still loves me. No, I'm totally lying… He's just trying to get on my good side, after what happen last year when we were dating. Long story… Let's just say it was somewhat of a replay of my sixteenth birthday, but delete Eden out of the picture.
Ugh… I'm just so emotionally unstable, so the therapist my mom has been making me see said. You can basically say I am "Beautifully Broken", hey that's not a bad idea for a song.
"It
seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky
It seems like
yesterday I didnt know how hard I could cry
It feels like tomorrow
I may not get by
Da da da and blah blah blah
I'm beautifully broken and I care if you know it-"
Aw, screw it, it's a terrible idea.