to evangeline,

    you and your friends pulled a prank on me today. you slashed the tires of my beat up old truck and wrote 'pussyass bïtch' into the side of it. it was raining so i had to walk home. it took some courage for me to speak up to my dad, but i did it. he decorated my body with some pretty colourful designs. they hurt like a bïtch, but i'll get through. i'll have to walk to and from school  now on thanks you and your friends, but it's okay. i'll get over it. i always do.
    i can't help but to wonder what i did to be treated this way, though. did i hurt someone in my past life? did i do something wrong? what is it? everyday i hurt and i wonder what i did to deserve all this. am i a bad person, angel? was i bad to you? i want to know! i'm just tired. i don't want to live anymore, angel, i really don't. but as long as my mom still lives, as long as she still remembers me, i'll fight.

love,
hayden.