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My best friend will be having surgery today if you want to leave her some nice notes at http://perfectlywastedyouuth.tumblr.com/ask And if you wanted to leave me some nice notes, too, I wouldn’t mind. I’ll be in the hospital getting tests done. Prayers would also be grand. I love you guys.
Update: Molly’s out. They could only chop up her kidney stones, but they couldn’t get the pieces out so she’ll have to pass them on her own. And I don’t remember what because I’m only half awake, but she was irritated by something and now she’s feeling a little sore.
I had a bad reaction to the scope and stopped breathing during the procedure. I woke up with an oxygen tube and now I’ll have to stay for four extra hours. Please continue to keep us in your prayers. We love you.
"i. my mom read me stories about princesses and knights and dragons and castles and told me that fairytales are stories with happily ever afters and dancing and love and magic, but she never read to me about girls with crisscrossed wrists and broken hearts or boys with cold eyes and strong hands.
ii. in second grade my teacher told me that crying makes you weak and cruel people are something to get used to, not something to change, and that words are just words and if my skin was thicker, my heart would be too—but it wasn’t so I locked myself in the bathroom at recess and cried anyway, and she never told me that sadness was inevitable.
iii. my dad was never around much, but when he was, he’d sit next to me on the couch and watch me play angry birds and tell stupid jokes until my eyes grew tired and he’d tell me to go to sleep; but when I woke up, he was always gone and the same old jokes were always in my head.
iv. the speakers at church always talked about how to pray and what to ask for and when and where and who, but they never told me what to do when there wasn’t an answer and I never asked because maybe I was just doing it wrong; and I had a boyfriend who spoke of redemption and forgiveness, but he never spoke of the people who never got it.
v. many people told me many things, but no one ever told me that love is a promise no one keeps or that scars are romanticized when they shouldn’t be or that sometimes all you get is silence and maybe that’s why I never liked fairytales."