Heartbreaker, Dream Maker
August 5, 2007
Creepy barnacles and Sexual predators.
Even you can’t prevent them from haunting my dreams.
Hold me though you do, I’m still under attack. I’m so paranoid. Maybe it’s because I’m alone more often than not. That’s never good for a child’s developement. I’m still only fifteen, you know.
My hair’s getting longer and I’m so excited. Soon, it will be beautiful, lush, wavy…hippie. Mmm, hairrr.
Just call me angel in the morning, mommy.
Psh…I hate/miss you.
