For the past few hours, Dad has been grilling me about my relationship with Vanessa, tying into lessons and answers to questions i've asked him weeks ago. I don't want to dig my relatioship up to learn lessons. I don't want to be referred to books that is just going to make me even more confused. I don't want to wait for fucking ever to hear shit i don't want to hear or deal with. I don't want to take another low, thinking about Vanessa and all it would've/should've/could've been...
For once, I just want answers to my fucking questions.
2:40 p.m. - 2011-11-03
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