Dear whoever will read this,
Mom is making us move to New York. Why? Why New York?
I think I should begin to practice writing my suicide notes
because I don't want to go there.
Yes I want to get away from the negativity but what if it's the same there.
So the next few entries in here will be rough drafts of my note.
The mark of becoming a memory.
Not that hard to anyway.
In a spilt second you could become a memory.
I don't want the last thing I ever write to be horribly written.
Let's get down to business.
To defeat the Huns.
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met.
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
Tranquil as a forest.
But on fire within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man out of you you.
I'm never gonna catch my breath.
Say goodbye to the ones who knew me.
Boy, I was a fool in school for cutting Gym.
This guys got 'em scared to death.
Hope he doesn't see right through me.
Now I really wish I knew how to swim.
You must be swift as coursing river.
With all the force of a great typhoon.
With all the strength of a raging fire.
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
I need to stop myself from doing that.
I legit sang half of Make A Man Out Of You.
Love,
Skylar
