Dear Kenny,
Thankfully the odds of you reading this are almost nonexistent. You've shredded my heart into pieces. Now you say you'll call and I've sat by the phone all day waiting. Of course you don't call. You were supposed to be the one. Supposed to stand by me. You don't. Yet, even now, I sit by the phone while waiting for that collect call from the county jail. Why? I have no idea. And I promise you, next time, when you do call, I won't necessarily be here anymore. You've taken enough years from my life. I won't let you have another day. I could have spent the entire day readying for Florida, yet I spent it all pining for your sorry ass. No more.
Karina
I'm nervous as hell. But excited. I don't know. I haven't even started preparing yet, which is bad. I have to have everything I need because I'm fucked if I forget anything. No way to get stuff sent down to me. i can't believe Kenny decides now to be supportive though. He's the loser ex boyfriend, who doesn't know the meaning of the word support. Even though I've stood by him through so much. Anyway... why am I just sitting around blogging instead of packing? I dunno. If anybody reads this and has been there, tell me what it's like, because I'm a little scared...