21.10.09

dias de mi muerte.

i'm sorry mom. i'm sorry dad. i'm sorry little brother. i'm sorry really cool teachers. i'm sorry pookie. i'm sorry no homo. i'm sorry kelsquared. i'm sorry big red. i'm sorry bob dylan. i'm sorry reputation. i'm sorry dignity. i'm sorry grades. i'm sorry kelsey cooper.


i thought i was invincible, that i'd always slide right under the radar. i thought the stupid things i do and say wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass. i thought that an old purse wouldn't have old things in it.

i knew things were going too good to be true, that the cloud was going to come and spit out a tornado that sucks up my entire life.

whatever you hear about me, i ask that you don't think i'm a loser, just another pothead who liked drugs more than school. that has never been, is not, and never will be the case. when i get back i'm going to be the hardestworking person in this shitty place with shitty standards of discipline, and i'll prove everyone wrong.


i'm sorry.

3 comments:

  1. It'll be okay! As cliche as that is!
    I love you and I will be realllly happy to see you whenever I do!
    Don't apologize for anything. :)

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  2. youre a piece of work, man.
    i'm going to miss you, but don't worry.
    i hope you can work hard when you get back, lord knows that school just
    sucks the life right out of us all.
    i know you've got it in you though. i love you :). and i'll talk to you sooooooon

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  3. Holy crap.
    How long?
    No big, it happens all the time.
    I wouldn't stress about it, we still <3 you.

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