From June 21 Onward

That's It

July 4, 2002

         I'll be spending this
Independance Day alone. Everyone else is at
Marla's house shooting off fireworks. I have
neither fireworks, money, nor the will to spend
any time with those people.
         I'm finally giving her (the Corvette) up.
I've always said that she was worth all the
crap. She was. But she's not the same
person she used to be. She was once just a
great person, someone I looked up to. Now
she's the emotional, immature 8th-grader I
though she could never be. I've had lots of
time to think about this. Everything she puts
me through just couldn't possibly be from the
same person.
         So I'm saying goodbye to trying
anymore. She has no appreciation for all I
want to offer her. She kicks me while I'm
down, and, because she's her, everyone else
joins in.
         I wrote a poem on a scrap of paper
last night. I'm gonna put it up. It's called
Giving Up. It's how I feel about all this.
         Now I'm done I suppose.
Recommended listening: Fallen Angel
by Poison. Goodbye.

~ Dris ~