[Posted to Xanga 11/21/10]
Eighteen years old.
I can’t believe it. I feel…shock. Numbness. Confusion. It’s surreal to me, almost illogical. I’ve been waiting eighteen years…and now there isn’t the waiting anymore, there’s something else and it’s confusing, it’s strange to me. Maybe because my life was more or less centered on the waiting. Because it was a crucial part of my identity. And now…
Now the waiting is over.
Dear friends,
You have kept me alive and fighting in spite of severe clinical depression, lots of family drama, and a good bit of growing up. You helped teach me what love is. You accepted me when my folks cast me out. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Love,
Mel
Dear family,
Lyrics for you.
Tell my mother
Tell my father
I’ve done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I’m not angry,
I’m just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Love,
Melissa
I can’t believe it. I feel…shock. Numbness. Confusion. It’s surreal to me, almost illogical. I’ve been waiting eighteen years…and now there isn’t the waiting anymore, there’s something else and it’s confusing, it’s strange to me. Maybe because my life was more or less centered on the waiting. Because it was a crucial part of my identity. And now…
Now the waiting is over.
Dear friends,
You have kept me alive and fighting in spite of severe clinical depression, lots of family drama, and a good bit of growing up. You helped teach me what love is. You accepted me when my folks cast me out. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Love,
Mel
Dear family,
Lyrics for you.
Tell my mother
Tell my father
I’ve done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I’m not angry,
I’m just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Love,
Melissa
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