I hate being angry I hope someone gets through his walls I love my new notebook T and the restaurant I like My mother's hand on my hand I hope he gets better and feels better about himself so he's not unfair to anyone again I'm not angry It's good to be loved It's okay to hit a wall I love the twins competing over grades I hope he gets to be a good dad I'm not angry. I don't hate him. I hope I don't feel angry. I hope I stop hating him. I hope I remember fondly and most of all I hope I forget. I want to forget. I'll make myself forget. He hates that I can't forget but I can I'll forget him I won't be angry. There's no one to be angry at. There's nothing. |