I don’t know if my Daddy goes to check out my stuff often, but hopefully he’ll come across this note one day.
Daddy… nothing can keep me from you.
I want to spend every moment with you.
I hope you want me too.
I love the way you brush the hair out of my face and tell me how beautiful I am.
I miss you already, although it’s only been a week since I’ve seen you.
I went to the store last week, to find the stuff you put in your hair. I found multiple products that were similar. I sniffed each and every one. Some were close, but none exact.
I love the way you smell, the way you taste, and how you slightly snore in your sleep.
Or when you hold me close to your chest when you’re sleeping, I can barely breathe.
You take such good care of me. I want to give you everything and more.
I love you.
Please hold me close and don’t ever let me go.
I would describe my personal style as “slut going to a funeral”.
I wish I hadn’t been so clean
I wanna stay inside all day
I want the world to go away
I want blood, guts and chocolate cake
I wanna be a real fake
Yeah I wish I’d been a,
Wish I’d been a teen, teen idle
Wish I’d been a prom queen
Fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen
& burning up a bible
Feeling super, super (super!) Suicidal
The wasted years, the wasted youth
The pretty lies, the ugly truth
I need to become a trophy wife.
Waiting for my Daddy to email me back. I miss him oh so much.