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Megan couldn't be in a more pissed off mood.
She's got to hear more about Kaitlin.
Kaitlin known as my former best friend, Both born in Indiana and moved to Florida, inseperable til she moved back to Indiana and we celebrated when she moved to Georgia in 6th grade. We had planned to be in each others weddings. Take a cruise after high school together.
But then some of us go on this little path in our lives when they suddenly see through all the other persons bullshit.
Maybe I should give a little bit more information so you know where I'm coming from when I call her a drugged up, cutting fat ass whore.
and that was just me being nice.
As you read before, Kaitlin and I were the best of friends mainly up until 6th grade. Then we began to grow appart. She had become little miss spoiled since her father "inherited" (ha. but I can't actually put this because its the internet and we can never be sure who is reading what we write now can we?) money from the company that he got fired from. So they were in Georgia and then by 7th grade and 8th grade, Kaitlin and I rarely called each other or saw each other for that matter. Now came 9th grade, when all this spoiled child now turned teen began to peek.
She now began to weigh nearly 200 lbs last I heard, not that weight makes anyone evil but it makes people self conscious and sometimes when you're that worried you wear an oversized hoodie nearly an entire year because you are scared shitless of being tormented (oh..whoops that was me) or you wear the tightest clothing you can squeeze your ass into and flop around like a slut (there now that's more like her).
So by late september it seemed, Her mother had "attacked her". Tell me if this makes sense. Her mother is like 4'11 and barely 100 lbs. Kaitlin is nearly 200 and about 5'3 I'd say. Now using common sense this elephant should be able to take on the little fragile gazelle.
The story as I've heard it was Kaitlin was threatening to run away and being all bitchy once again so she attempts to run up the stairs and when she makes it to her room she locks the door.
Her mum -*on outside of door* Open the door!!
K- NO!
H.M- Then I'll open it (not exact quote but she began to take a hammer to the doorknob)
Kaitlin calls the cops
enter the can of worms that has now been opened.
Kaitlin accuses her mom of attacking her and beating her. If anyone should be complaining...its the doorknob.
So her mom can't stay at the house and is in an apartment.
Monthes later, Kaitlin is dealing drugs, getting caught with drunk or drinking at friends homes and she eventually got kicked out of her all girls private school for selling her ritalin.
Then the public schools wouldnt take her.
You know you've fucked up when a public school won't take you in.
And now her mother is home but practically has to worship kaitlin so she doesnt make up any more lies and get her mum in trouble.
So now Kaitlin is cutting herself and blaming her mother.
Her mother is so worn out from everything that she's even suicidal.
She feels like she's let Kaitlin down as a mother according to what my mum said she said.
Oh yea and Kaitlins shrink put her on medication for cutting. KNOWING SHE HAS A DRUG HISTORY!!!
What the hell?!?!
Drugs arent going to get a person to stop cutting
{{or I would have been force feeding them to ariel ages ago!}}
You want to get Kaitlin to stop cutting. TAKE THE FUCKING RAZORS AWAY (maybe her legs will get hairy so she'll wear some clothes that cover those cankles!) TAKE ANYTHING ELSE SHARP OR CAN BE SHARPENED AWAY. if that doesnt work.
Put the child in some god damn handcuffs.
i mentioned that to my mother
who has cut herself before. Believe me thats something you never want to see.
The cuts on your mothers wrist. The person that gave you life, trying to end theirs.
Its fucking scary and it still haunts me.
Anyways
Her response was "But you do get a sense of release from it"
oh well in that case. Next time I get stressed out, I'll put a gun to my head. How's that for a sense of release!
Thankfully to my knowledge, my mother hasn't cut herself in awhile, I still check her arms and sometimes legs to make sure. And thanks to ariel....I take things out of my mothers room so she wont ever be tempted.
She got poker chips from a neighbor......now the sets missing....wonder who removed them?

*sighs* megans kinda worried about posting this. she's not sure if she should.
Megans just tired of death lurking.
Megan misses how it was before. When Kaitlin and I would play Pochontas in the pool,When my parents got along,when college wasn't so near, before anyone I hung out with thought of drugs, sex,and/or alcohol.
But like sarah said.....We all have to grow up.


As a final note....I'd just like to add to anyone who reads this that isn't sarah, kauany, beth or Ariel...Don't take a lot of what I say too seriously...I'm just a 15 yr old ranting.

"Love is watching someone die, so whose gunna watch you die?" -Death Cab For Cutie

4 Listen @ 6:17 PM