For No One
“Is it my soul that calls my name?”-Willy Wonka
Much time has passed since i last botherd to even check the happenings of wordpress, infact much time has passed since i have done much at all. When i first signed up for a blog, i knew deep down inside i wouldn’t be able to commit to it. it would sit there like a weedy garden, yearning to be attended to. it would fall into the ‘depths of despair’ and become the kid whose parents didn’t come to pick them up after school.
well kiddo, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for a lot of things. I’m sorry I didn’t ever write. I’m sorry I’m losing touch. I’m sorry I ever said anything bad about him. I’m sorry he had to go. I’m sorry that all those years ago I didn’t once mention how much he meant to me. I’m sorry if I ever hurt him or made him cry. I’m sorry that I never showed up at the movies. I’m sorry I disapointed him so much. I’m sorry I could never match the kindess he showed to me. I’m sorry for alot of things but I’m glad I had him in my life.
I MISS YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY.
ANDY YOUR A STAR!
-Anushka
HAD him in your life? HAD him in your life? geeeeesh! and when di u stich me at the movies i dont remember that lol. and u didnt make me cry dont owrry lol. its so not manly to cry haha
I’m sorry that it never occurred to you to write about being sorry to another “umportant” person in your life. AKA Cordelia. I’m sorry she waited at your house that time for OVER AN HOUR watching your mother make curry with nothing to say, and I’m sorry that incident didn’t even get a mention! Ba!