It’s that strange sort of funny, that strange sort of sad.
I was born to two people who admitted that they weren’t in love. I was young when he left me. When my father went away. He was promised that I was going to be loved, that I was going to have a father who took care of her and watched her walk the stage.
The Sad:
I grew up dejected, miserable, alone. I grew up rejected, “Colette’s” daughter instead of his. Beaten, taunted, touched in ways no little girl should ever experience.
The Funny: My father’s face when we finally connect at my ripe age of 18. I’m scarred, I’m broken, and I’m a raging mess. But to him, I’m his baby girl, and how dare anyone lay a hand on his baby girl. Now, would I admit that I was talking about him? Never. I hold my father’s opinion in such high heights, that I fear them changing. I fear him thinking I take him for granted. But I don’t. He’s my hero, no matter what happens. The man who saved me from the monsters under my bed just by existing. The one I cried to even though he couldn’t hear me. He was my saviour without even knowing it. And he still is. He fights to make me happy, and tries to impress me, and takes too much time making everything perfect. When I’m fine, and quite amused, with a tired, unshaven Daddy. In fact, I almost wanna see the grey hairs I gave him. <3
The Sad: I’ve lost a lot of friends in my life.
Becky. Oh, we were teh best of friends. Sleepovers every weekend. You were my very first friend at 4th grade. We both didn’t have Daddys and were close as two peas in a pod. We sang, we cried, we played dolls. What happened? One day, we hit high school, and you were too good to talk to me when I saw you at my job.
Scott: What happened to us? No, seriously, what happened? We see each other, and try to grasp at what we had, but it’s shattered.
Brian: Where did my best friend go? Is he hiding under that shell? What happened? Did I change? Did you change? I’m still here. The LaDonna you know is still here. Just more resistant to opening her shell. I need the real Brian back.
Alex: What happened? I didn’t live up to your expectations? Was that it? Of course it was. I never live up to people’s expectations. Never. What the fuck.
The Funny:
The ones who I never thought were going to stay, are the ones I need now more than ever.
Sarah: Haa, you hated me so much in high school. But somehow, we grew to be friends. Sisters, even. The ones who could never judge another and could reconnect like it was nothing.
Fishy: MY FISHY. I fucking love you. How everything is okay when I talk to you. Even our nonchalant talk on teh way to the mental hospital. You’ve been there through thick and thin, and I can’t find a way to thank you for it. <3
Jared. You bastard. We’ve been through everything. EVERYTHING. What more could we handle together? Since 6th grade, we’ve been thick as thieves, and nothing can stop us. Time, accidents, problems, death. Nothing can separate us. You’re my best friend, forever, through anything and everything. You’ve always been like The Doctor in the sense that you drag me on these crazy adventures, some which scare me like you wouldn’t believe, but you always brought me home safe. I know my heart is safe in your hands, and that if I showed up on your doorstop crying, you’d be getting out the whooping stick for the person who caused it. So for that…I thank you. for proving to me that not everyone is the same.
But then again, you don’t look like people. You’re not people. You’re Jared. You’re my best friend, my retard in shining armour. Who taught me to spell with a u and always played the prince to my ridiculously girly princess. You’re the best. Thanks for dragging me into the mud once in a while, to balance me out, so I don’t become a priss. You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
