I’m scared that i’ll never speak to you again. I think that once I break the normality of having you around 24/7, then I won’t need you and you won’t need me. This feels like an ending of absolute proportions. But in a way, I like it. I needed a drastic change and you knew that. This change is just going to be more drastic. Its a shame you won’t be apart of it, but if you really wanted to then I don’t things would have happened the way they did. I don’t think it was all a lie, but then again i’ll never know. You’ll be happy though. You want it enough.
“You know that point in life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have a place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.”— Andrew Largeman (Garden State)
Once upon a time, there was a girl who could only live on lemonade. Or her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her, till the point when she couldn’t have anything else. Well they were really nice and they only gave it to her cause they really liked her. I can’t decied that bit but, she could only live on lemonade. If she didn’t have lemonade she would die. and her parents were going to die soon too because they had something wrong with their blood, like there blood was blue or something like that. And she had a brother, but he was really stupid, so no one really cared about him. They just wanted their little girl to live. The only problem is, nobody thought about her brother. She was in a bottle, but he was on his own. No one thought about him, I mean, they just left him. So he sat by her, her brother, he sat by her in the bottle. And because lemonade helped her eyesight, she could see him really clearly from the sides even though the grass around them was as thick as a skull. And because it was the countryside there was nothing for him to eat or nothing for him to buy and well, he was starving and she could see that. And there was no one looking after him and because he was a bit stupid he couldn’t really look after himself and it kept on raining so he was getting a bit rusty. She was having an amazing time in the lemonade but she knew she had to help him. So she swam to the surface but she couldn’t get out. It was too far away this bottle was too big. She knew she had to do something, he was getting worse and worse and worse. And he was really hungry and thirsty. So he started eating grass and puking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for him, but she couldn’t. All she knew was that he need her right then. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up from the other side of the glass. But then bingo - she knew. She started to drink, and she drank, and she drank, and she drank. And this was a lot of lemonade, enough to last until she died, because her parents wanted her to live for ages. But she drank, every last drop until she was in an empty bottle. But that was no good, because she still couldn’t get out. But that was okay, because she just waited, because she’d built up all this power you know, drinking all of the lemonade. She waited, and eventually blew her way straight out of the top. Like a rocket. Then she stopped her brother from eating the grass, and they went and found a nice little cottage to live in together… her and her brother. And it turned out that drinking so much lemonade had cured her, because she never wanted it again. She had orange for the rest of her life. The end.