Dear FadeDear Fade.At 17-years-old, Im the happiest Ive ever been, and in roughly 4 years youll feel this happiness too. But youll have to survive the 4 years first, and sometimes youll feel like giving up but dont, honestly itll worth it in the end.Lauren-May died a few months ago, your feeling completely distraught and you need answers. You will get those answers, and you will understand why she ended her life, unbelievable as it sounds, its true. It wont stop you feeling sadness and grief over her death, but youll cope better and even though youll loose contact with most of the other people, the answers will help mend some friendships. Always remember that she is better off in Heaven happy, then on Earth feeling depressed.At 16, youll finally get DNA tests done to find out, who your real father is. Your father isnt who you wish it was. Hell try and buy your love, and at the time you need the money, but I b
Thank youThank you loneliness.Thank you hope.Thank you anger.Thank you sympathy.Thank you betrayal.Thank you love.Thank you pain.Thank you understanding.Thank you abuse.Thank you strength.Thank you tiredness.Thank you growth.Thank you tears.Thank you memories.Thank you weakness.Thank you light.Thank you nothingness.Thank you lifeThank you death.Thank you.
Who am I?Im Fade Galaxy Storm Louise Matthews-Kilminister.Sometimes Im Fade Louise Matthews.Other times Im just Fade.I come from Cambridge, England.I was brought up in a squat full of hippies.My mother is a Heroin addict.My fake father was a drunk and is now a criminal.My real father claims to be a rockstar, but I dont need his money.And people wonder why I left home at 16?I have no family.I smoke Marlboro Red.I drink Red wine.I used to take drugs, but not anymore.I fell in Love once.I was young and stupid.I caught him in bed with another girl once.I found out 2 years later, he didnt do anything with the girl.Hes getting married soon, and I didnt tell him how I feel.Has it put me off falling in love?Yes, I never want to feel that bad ever again.I wear layers of makeup.I care about what I wear.I have to be thin.Ive found a soul mate, Jasmine.I was rescued by this angel.I would be dead if it wasnt for her, and it
Words. Only words.I cant smokein this pub in this house on this chairwithin minutes a man willhit my lover's leg with a newspapergo stand over therethe drops on my bus window make medream of business meetingsyou knew what poem I was talking aboutthey rob my mind like soldierswith bags of pearlswe're all going to diegirls dressed in expensive rags, hair dishevelled eyelinerperfectly ruined, lyingin a maze of hair on the floorsober duvets telling you tofollow him into the dooryour hands clasped, donnie darko's hoodyhe will make love to you and hewill leave quicklyyour stockings are undone, they playand the music on shuffle makes this whole thinga wind up box, chargingmy phone in the corner next to theprostituteDid you know I think thatyou are really cuteI'd like to snuggle up with you ina room with a chandelier, whichsmells like a museum. Iwant to lay with youand kissevery partof youlike in my dream. After your last textlast night, my pillow was a shoulderI inhale deeply