tinkerbitchx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- not coming home for dinner tonight I'm on the road, trying to escape. I drive and drive but as of now no luck. Probably going in circles I take a new turn. The sign isn't clear and I'm on a quarter tank of gas. If I luck out and run on empty in the middle of nowhere I'll either die there or some backroad rebel will find me. He will take me and we will live a thrilling life robbing places and sleeping in cheap motels. I don't need a pretty life, just one where I'm not feeling like a broken doll all the time. My doll parts are ready to be placed back together but you keep standing over them, making sure it doesn't happen. I restrain myself from saying a word because I know when you hold me you don't feel the same. I guess your promise wasn't worth even half the cost of this doll. We've been through this before, and it's not killing my pain. Not letting you come and go you look inside my bag to pass the time. You find a razor and hold it up to light. I look down and you search calmly. A bottle of pills, some bubblegum, cigarettes, a lighter, lipstick, and a letter. You read the letter without even attempting to get my permission. The letter was to you but it was one of those unsent ones. You raise a hand and I am back to square one. 5:36 PM - November 09, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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