- 1 -

May 24, 2000

I don't know why I'm doing this. It will be too hard. They said I should. Something about it being therapeutic... Therapeutic my ass. They just want to be nosy and interfere with my life... or lack there of. Damn... Therapy Nazis!! I hope ya'll read this and feel ashamed! Ashamed, hear me!

If I had my way, this thing would be burning in the fireplace! Shit, I don't have a fireplace, now do I? Oh yes, that's right. How could I forget? I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING!! Damn Nazis are thieves too!! Took all my possessions. Left me with nothing but a notebook of a paper, a pen and a broken heart... Hey, maybe I should use that in a song.

Someone's knocking at the door. Hold on.

Okay, I've just been informed that if I do this stupid thing and behave, I'll be allowed to go out. Sweet! Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

I guess some introductions are in order, since I'll be writing in you for awhile.

Hi, my name is Jaden Mitchell and I'm an alcoholic.
 
 

- 2 -

May 26, 2000

They told me the best way to get better is to express my anger and pain, then let it go. So, since I'm alone, you'll have to be my solace...

So, this Monday I start AA meetings. You have no idea how uncomfortable this is going to be. Walking into a room with people that I've never met... and that are all older than me. I'll be the only 16 year old there.

Lunch is here. I must go.

*Jaden*
 

- 3 -

May 29, 2000

Can we say surprised? I thought I had problems! At the meeting today, there was an 11 year old with a drinking problem? That's so horrible! What kind of environment was SHE brought into... LORD! But then again, I'm only 5 year older...

There was also a 17 year old guy.  He kinda just sat in the corner, staring at the bright red "EXIT" sign, waiting for his ride to come. Yeah, lucky bastard... His case wasn't as "bad as mine" so he didn't have to stay here and the meetings were optional for him... How fair is that? I guess that's what I get for trying to kill myself three times... Oh well, you'll have that...

I do have to say, the one time he ventured a look up, I was nearly blown away... He was extremely good looking... I had no idea why he would want to ruin himself with alcohol. He could have had a career with that face.

Second shocker of the day - When his older brother walked in... Wanna hear my embarrassing moment?

Here was little ol' me, sitting quietly in my little ol' chair... Trying to will the boy's eyes to look at me (I have amazing brain power, did I tell you that?)... When all of a sudden the guys eyes light up and he started running towards me!! The first thing
that ran through my mind was "SCORE! IT WORKED!" but he glided on his Airwalk wings... right past me.

Deciding to see who's tactics worked better than mine, I turned around... Speechless is a word I use to describe myself. This guy was absolutely gorgeous. At first, I thought maybe they were "together" but then the silent angel finally uttered his first words.

"I'm so glad to see you, Bro. Please get me outta here."

The gorgeous angel smiled brightly and patted the silent angel on the head. "You're doing good, Taylor, just a few more weeks, then you'll be able to stop, ok?"

I needed to hear his voice more. It sent chills down my spine. Silly (or um, Stupid?) me, tried to get closer... And needless to say, I fell out of my chair... Right to their feet. No, THAT didn't bruise my ego or anything.

I heard the silent angel (now known as Taylor) laugh and slap his brother on the arm. "Hey, she's fallin' head over feet for us, no? Yes I know it was corny, Ike, stop looking at me like that..."

Here I was, layin' on my back... Staring up at these two guys... And one was laughing at me. Was I going to cry? Probably... In front of them? You have got to be kidding me!! I got up and ran to the closest bathroom and emptied any contents that happened to be in my stomach at that very moment.

Ike? That's the gorgeous angel's name... Interesting...

*Jaden*
 

- 4 -

June 1, 2000

I did it. I finally made contact with Now-Not-So-Silent-Taylor... I don't know if it was a mistake or not yet.  I mean, sure it would be nice to have someone to talk to... But it would also be nice to be able to talk... Once you warm this guy up to ya, he never (and boy do I ever mean NEVER) shuts up...

I remember being so nervous... Like one look at me, he would crack up and run in the opposite direction. But I approached him anyway.  He had his back to me like always... staring intently at that fuggin' red sign... When I tapped him gently on the
shoulder. He turned around, somewhat shocked. But a pleasant smile formed on his face.

"Hey." He said it so softly. As if saying it any louder, something horrible would have came crashing on him. I gave him a polite smile and motioned to the chair beside him. He chuckled lightly and I know he was thinking about the other day. I decided to comment before he did.

"Yes, I know I'm a klutz... but your brother is extremely hot and I was trying to get a better look." I knew that would render him speechless... and it did.. for about.. ohhh... 5 seconds.

"I'm telling him when he picks me up." Okay, so that was NOT what I was expecting. There was no way I could let that happen.

"Dude, you tell your brother, I'll shove this pamphlet up your ass and laugh as you scream for mercy." He was not amused. "Like I'd let you anywhere NEAR my million dollar ass..." I laughed. He got mad and turned around.  I got to view his "million dollar ass" and decided it was worth every penny.

"You're looking at it, aren't you?" He caught me off so I answered truthfully. "Yes, it is quite nice."

He turned back around with a slightly large smile on his face. "Told ya so. Anyway, lets change the subject..." Ahhh.. so he wants to talk to me more... Maybe he's not so bad after all. "So you have the hotts for my brother?" Ok, so maybe I was wrong.

"Hey, I thought we were changing the subject?"

"Yeah, from my butt to my brother... If you can't see the transition then..."

"I got it!! Crikey! I'm changing the subject... How long have you been coming here?"

His eyes became distant and he started pulling away from me. I felt everything we've accomplished in the past few minute just dissolved. "I don't really want to talk about it."

I nodded sadly at him. I knew how he felt, but I also knew that you could feel really lonely and need someone to talk to who's in the same position as you... I know I do.

"Yeah, its okay... You don't have to share your feelings with me. I just wanted to let you know that my name is Jaden. I've been here for about a week. And when I say here, I mean here. I have to stay 'on campus'. I have to write everything in a journal... I have to take tests daily. And I'm by myself most of the time. You're the first person I've talked to since I've been here.... So I just thought that maybe... If you were feeling the same way I was... You would need someone to talk to... And if you didn't have anyone else... I could be that person..."

I looked at him hopefully. I could tell he deciding whether or not to trust me. His eyes regained that sparkle I saw on the first day and he smiled. "Okay, maybe we can help each other..."

I finally did something that's taken me sixteen years to accomplish.

I earned a friend.

*Jaden*
 

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June 5, 2000

Well, he didn't tell his brother. Or if he did, Isaac does a good job of hiding it. Yes, his real name is Isaac... Ike is just a nickname... He told me to call him Ike, but I said I preferred Isaac... He asked me why... And well...

"Jaden, this is my brother, Isaac. Ike, this is Jaden." I shook my head in confusion. "Wait, I heard two different names there... which one is it?" They both laughed lightly... Like it was some inside joke that only they knew. Taylor scratched his forehead. "Sorry, I do that sometimes."

Isaac stuck his hand out. "My birth certificate reads Isaac, but I usually go by Ike. Its nice to meet you finally."

I smiled brightly and held onto his hand a little too long. But there was Taylor, as observant as ever. "Jade, I'm sure he'd like his hand back now." Is Crimson the brightest your face can get? Cuz I'm sure mine surpassed it. "Thank you, Taylor..."

Isaac laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. What was he doing to me?!? Did he know?!? Move on, Jaden, move on! "So Isaac, what's it like having a brother who owns the *million-dollar-ass*?" We found our way into the Rec room and each claimed a Laz-E-Boy.

Isaac turned and smirked at his brother. "You're still using that line?" Taylor huffed on his knuckles and shined them on his shirt. "Still works like a charm."

"How old are you, Isaac?" He grinned playfully and reclined in the chair. "I'm 19 and you can call me Ike."

I reclined my chair also. "Nah, I'll stick with Isaac if you don't mind."

"Why's that?"  He smiled. Oh God, did he smile. I wish everyone was as free spirited as he was.

Taylor finally joined in and propped his feet up. "Believe me Bro, you don't wanna know."

"Tay, its just a simple question... Its not like I'm asking her to divulge her life history. "

Hello! I'm still in the room!! I hate when people talk about me like I'm not here. "Yeah, Taylor, what's your problem?"

"What's MY problem?" Uh-oh, here we go. He's gonna ruin me. "I'M not the one who has the hotts for my brother!" I looked at him and blinked. Then Isaac and I both just... laughed. The tension was gone. I could tell that much.

"Yes, Taylor, and its a good thing you don't have the hotts for your brother cuz you'd be at the wrong meetings."

So we ended up talking for hours. About our fears and dreams. Past loves. It felt weird that two guys that I barely know... know more about me, then anyone else in this world. They know all my demons and imperfections. All the things that scared everyone else off.

But they're still here.

*Jaden*
 

- 6 -

June  8, 2000

The two of us decided the meetings were no good... And the only decent thing about them was that after the first 15 minutes, you're allowed to break off into pairs or small groups and talk amongst yourselves. It was an unspoken bond that we would be together. I didn't think it would happen this fast... but...

Taylor had a breakthrough.

"Tell me more about yourself..." He implored, eyes shining. He made it seem like I had an interesting life. What a lie.

"Well... Let's see... I was born in Virginia, moved to Pennsylvania at 3 years old, California at 5, Washington, DC at 7, Oklahoma at 10, Montana at 13 then back to Oklahoma when I was 15. My dad was an Army man so we had to pick up and move every couple of years... Why exactly, I'm still not sure. What else?"

He had his legs draped over one end of the couch and his head somehow landed in my lap. He looked up at me with an innocent smile. "Tell me about your family."

I propped my feet up on the coffee table and stared down at him. "You really wanna know?"

He became serious and stroked my hand that rested on his chest. "If you don't feel comfortable..." I cut him off. "No, its not that... But are you sure you want to know?" He relaxed and smiled again. "Tell me everything you want me to know."

And so I did. "Alright.  Because of my father's position and constant movement... Our family broke apart long before I... A long time ago. My brother became a drug dealer... My sister became a manic depressive.... My mother had about... oh... 23 boyfriends... One night, my dad was sitting at the kitchen table... His Smith & Wesson tucked neatly in his hands. He called me over and poured this yellowish liquid into a tiny glass. He told me to sit, shoot it down and beg for another. So I did.
And all I can remember, is after I downed practically a whole bottle of alcohol, I felt no more pain. Every shitty thing that was going on in my life, right then, did not exist. I woke up in the morning with a killer headache, but a craving for more." I took a deep breath and let my mind clear. "Fast forward one year... My life has become consuming alcohol. Its the only way I feel I can block out the pain. My dad comes stumbling into my bedroom... Surprisingly, drunker than I am... And he said... He said..." Taylor was now sitting up with his one arm around me. "He said I owed him something... For everything
he got me in the past year, it was time to repay him." I looked into his clear eyes and he knew. I didn't have to go through the pain of saying it because he already knew. "I never felt such immense pain in my entire life. And of course, the only thing I knew was that alcohol eased any pain I had.... So I drank... and drank.. and pretty much drank myself into a coma. I ended up in the hospital, getting my stomach pumped, and was asleep for three weeks. To sum it up, my dad got off with temporary insanity and I got sent here."

Taylor wrapped both arms around me and I cried silently into his shoulder. After a few moments, I looked up at him. "Ya know, you're the first person I told this to." He kissed my forehead and rewrapped his arms around my body. When I was done, I pulled away and wiped my eyes. He intertwined his fingers with mine. "Now its my turn."

I looked up and my eyes got wide. "I didn't tell you that just so..." He silenced me with his thumb. "I know... I want to tell you. Granted, its not that great of a story, but you deserve to know...

After our first album came out... It was non-stop moving... From America to Europe to Australia and back again. We barely had time to breathe and I guess I'm the one who took it the hardest. A guy in our entourage saw me looking a little... distressed... so he gave me a little bottle of Brandy... Saying it will loosen me up and take away the stress. Well I was all for that so I took it... And pretty soon, I found myself drinking more than not. I went out on stage drunk, I talked to our fans drunk... I heard I said some nasty things to them. Finally Ike couldn't take me anymore, so he basically slammed me against a wall and demanded I tell him what the hell was wrong with me?... And amazingly that worked. I just crumbled in his arms and bawled my eyes out. And since that day, he's been by my side. Making sure I get here on time, always taking me out to eat afterwards... Okay, you can stop drooling now."

I smiled slightly but then became serious. "You're really lucky Taylor... Not only did you have someone stop you before it got too bad, but that same person cares about you so much..." My grin returned. "No wonder I had the hots for him..."

Taylor laughed and ruffled my hair.

He'll pay for that later.

*Jaden*
 
 

- 7 -

June  10, 2000

Ask and you shall receive... or something like that. I know, its only Saturday, and I don't really have to write again until Monday... But something really cool happened after our Thursday session.

I cried out of happiness.

"So, you never heard of us?" Taylor asked, inquisitively. He had pulled his legs up underneath him and he was playing with his ring (Which I noticed he got that habit from his older brother.... Oooo, he should be coming along soon.)

I tucked some hair behind my ear. "Nope... I mean, don't take that negatively... Its just with everything else I had going on, I didn't have time for... Carefree stuff... ya know?"

He smiled and slowly blinked. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean... And I take no offense. Would you excuse me for a second?" I nodded and he scurried off the couch. A few minutes later, he returned, smiling brightly. "Now, where were we?"

I scratched my head. "Nothing important... just random stuff. So, what time is it?"

He laughed and grabbed my hands. "Ike will be here soon, come on, let's go wait for him." A giddy expression came to my face and he noticed. "You are so horny!! Calm down!"

My face became a lovely pink and I toned it down a little... on the outside. :o) I never blushed before, but these Hanson guys really know how to embarrass me. A few moments later, Isaac walked in, carrying a CD and a bright smile. What is with these guys...

"Zac was so pissed I disturbed him from his PlayStation... I got death stares the whole way out the door!" Taylor laughed and I just smiled, confused. "Why did you have to disturb Zac?"

Isaac flashed the cover of the CD to me. "I had to get him to sign it." I looked down and saw a very distinct "ZAC" written by his bodied image. He handed the booklet to Taylor and I saw his hands move in some fluid motion, then he have it back to Isaac, who did the same thing, just not as... wildly?

"You are now the proud owner of the Hanson family's very own copy of 'This Time Around'...." He smiled and handed it over. "Cherish it always." He added in a comical voice.

My heart swelled when I realized this was the most amazing gift anyone had ever given me. "I... I don't know what, to say... Thanks... That's not enough... Wow..." I always sucked with words. So I hugged them, and they didn't seem to mind.

So that night I asked the Registry for a portable CD player and they said since my behavior has drastically changed since I first got here, they wouldn't have a problem with it. So I laid down and listened to the CD until three in the morning, when I finally fell asleep. The lyrics "let's not go through our lives, without just dying to be alive..." were the last thing I heard while fresh tears traveled down my cheeks.
 

*Jaden*
 

- 8 -

June  12, 2000

I had my first withdrawal today. Oh, it was so horrible. My body started twitching and my mouth got dry. Taylor was there... and at first, that's all he was.... there.

I waved a sad goodbye to Isaac and escorted Taylor inside. We sat down in our usual spots and listened to the regular discussions.

"... Today, you get to explore the town with an outside buddy! Come on, one inny with one outty. There are 8 of each so everyone will have someone!!!"

Taylor and I rolled our eyes then smiled at each other. "You wanna be my Outty, Baby?" He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Do you even have to ask?" I smiled and leaned into his shoulder. I looked down at my wrist and saw the plastic band. Inside was a little metal chip lets them know where I'm at, at all times.

"Well, we can't hop a train to Mexico to elope, but I guess some pizza and pop will do."

Taylor laughed outright and pulled me up. "Jade, I can't wait for you to be my sister-in-law."

I smacked him upside the head and grabbed his hand. "So funny, so so funny." About 43 minutes later, we found ourselves sitting at a booth in Pizza Hut.

"Gosh, its been so long since I've had real food..." I decided not to talk and just take advantage of the situation. But then a thought occurred to me. "Hey, I'll pay you back as soon as I can."

Taylor nearly choked on his pepperoni and mushroom pizza. "Wha? Why?"

I stared at him blankly. "Because...."

He shook his head and resumed eating. "No, its my treat. Besides, Ike would have a hernia if he found out you paid..."

I put my hand over my heart in a dramatic fashion. "I love that man." Taylor dropped his pizza and gave me a sad attempt at a pout. I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I love you too, my fine-haired friend."

Why did the pizza suddenly taste funny? Did Taylor notice it too? I looked up at him and saw he was happily munching on a piece of crust. He looked at me and abruptly stopped. "Wha? Do I have something on my face?" He began to scrub at a non-existing mark on his face. I smiled slightly at him but shook my head - regretting it instantly because it made me dizzy.

"No... It's just..."

"Hey, you feelin' okay? Your hands are shaking."

Whoa, is Taylor's head getting bigger? My eyes started to water and my head felt like it was swelling. "Um yeah... I mean no... I mean... can you excuse me?"

I started to get up but my hands were covered in sweat and I slipped back down. Taylor kneeled before me, resting one hand on my knee and the other brushed my cheek.

"Hey," he whispered. "Hey, look at me. Tell me what you're feeling."

I grasped his hand roughly, needing something stable to hold on to. "I need to get to the bathroom. I'll be fine." Once the dizziness decreased, I let him pull me up, thankful there was only two other people in the restaurant. I smiled at him gently and carefully made my way into the tiny bathroom.

"Jaden!! Jaden, wake up! Open your eyes." I felt something cold go across my forehead and something warm clasping over one of my hands. My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with the harsh light of the overheads. The warmth I felt in my hand was now gone. "Taylor?"

"Yeah, I'm right here..." I looked over and saw him leaning against the wall, hands folded tightly across his chest, lips trembling. My hand was now resting in his lap. He looked like he was afraid to touch me. "Are... Are you ok?" I took the cold compress off my head and threw it into the trash can. I sat up slowly, with no help from him, and pulled my arm away.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I was such a bother to you..." Did I sound bitter? Good... I felt betrayed. We were supposed to be there for each other, but as soon as it gets bad, he bails on me.

"Don't say that... Please, don't say that..."

"Why not, Taylor?... That's how I feel. I'm sorry this happened, but its not like I could help it. You're supposed to be here to help me through this... I mean, thanks for the wet toilet paper on my forehead and all... But a little compassion is all I'm asking for."

I tried to get up but my legs weren't stable enough yet, so I fell backwards again. I closed my eyes, expecting the fall, when two arms wrapped themselves around me tightly, and gently pulled me to safety. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry... Please Jade, don't be mad. I got... so scared. Seeing you like that... I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry... Please..."

He was falling apart and my job was to keep him together, even though I couldn't exactly think straight myself. "Taylor, we need to stick together, ok? We're both going to have hard times but we need to be there for each other. Its going to get really rough some times, I can guarantee that... But you are the only person I have in my life right now, that can help me. Stay strong for me, ok... Please, I need you to..."

He gently wiped the tears off his cheeks and kissed my temple. "I promise to stay strong... for you."

We stayed locked up in each other's arms until an employee knocked on the door - asking if everything was okay. We finally detached ourselves, and when I was capable, paid the check and left.

Walking back, hand in hand, we promised each other that we would always be there for the other... No matter what. And when things got difficult, we would only offer more support. Maybe, just maybe, I had gained more than a friend.

*Jaden*
 

- 9 -

June  15, 2000

Ask me to smile, I'll frown
Ask me to sing, I'll stay silent
Ask me to feel free,
while you're kicking me into the ground

Tell me I'm pretty, then look at her
Hold my hand, then go wash yours
Ask if I'm happy
I'll try my best to lie

Tell me to dream
I'll say that's what I've been doing all along -

"Jaden, you have a phone call..." I looked up and stared blankly at the nurse. A red curl escaped her hat and she annoyingly tucked it behind her ear. She repeated herself as if I didn't hear her the first time. "You have a phone call, sweetie. Booth three." She shut the door on her way out and the slam made my mind wander...

Mental Checklist: Its not Taylor or Isaac, because they just left ten minutes ago... Unless there was an accident... But no, they wouldn't call me right away. Or would they... It can't be my dad... He doesn't even know I'm here, does he? All these doubts started running through me... My hands began to shake for a reason unknown to me. Why was I so scared to answer the phone.

There was a knock at the door and my head swung up. "Sometime today, Jaden. There are other people who want to use the phones also..."

I took a deep breath and uttered my apologies. I slowly made my way to Booth #3... All the possibilities racing through my head. I tried to think of things to say for each person I imagined it being.

"Hello?" There were car horns blaring in the background and no one answered. "Hello?!?"

"Jaden? Is that you..."

My mind reeled... I knew this voice... But it couldn't have been. "Yes, its me..." This couldn't have been the best friend who abandoned me when I needed her the most. This couldn't have been the best friend who promised me she would be there for me, through everything. There's no way this could have been my best friend, because she no longer existed.

"Michelle?"

She let out a quiet sob and laughed lightly, to relieve her own tension - not mine. "Yeah, its me. Please, Jaden, don't hang up... I know I deserved to be hung up on, but please hear me out..." No Jaden, you can't... not after what she did.

I silently cursed my heart for not listening to my head. "I'm listening."

She breathed a sigh of relief and then there was total silence. "Sorry, I needed to put more money in." I laughed in spite of myself. That's like Michelle to break a serious moment. At least she was sounding like herself again...

"I'm so sorry Jaden... I know I was the shittiest friend and I left when you needed me most. I was selfish and only thought about myself and what I wanted. I wasn't there to help you and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret it... I miss you so much Jade..." I flinched at her nickname for me. It sounded foreign coming from her mouth. "I know we can't get back what we lost, but I need you back in my life..."

I pulled my feet up onto the stool and rested my head on my knees. "You're right... When I needed you, you bailed. But we can spend the time we have dwelling on that, or you can ask me how I'm doing... without you." I continued before she could speak. "Without you, I got into this mess. I became an alcoholic and a rape victim. Without you, I met these two incredible people who are literally changing my whole entire world. Without you... I can get better..." She sucked in her breath and I knew she was crying. The lyrics to "Dying To Be Alive" found their way into my head, and I internally smiled. "Yes, Michelle, I do believe I can make it without you... But I'd prefer not to."

I could tell she was rolling the statement around in her head. Trying to make sense of it. I laughed heartily this time. "I'll explain it for you, my slow-witted friend. Yeah, I could be mad at you for the rest of my natural born life... But I don't want to be. You need me... But I also need you. We're not going to become best friends over night... But we can try, right?"

"Yeah, we can... I want to come see you... Can I?"

"Every Monday we're allowed visitors. When can you make it?"

"How 'bout this Monday?"

I snorted. "You better ask Alan if he'll let you take off the leash... Its sorta short notice, don't you think?" I remembered the car horns. "Chel, where are you?"

I could tell she was contemplating telling me. "Outside Tulsa National Airport. Jade... I couldn't take it anymore. I left Alan..."

I silently thanked any and all gods who happened to be listening in on our conversation. "Thank God, Chel... Where are you going to stay?"

"Hotels until I can find a place... Look I'm almost out of money... So, Monday I can come... What's the address?"

I gave her directions to the Rehab and then hung up. I ran back to my room and flopped on the bed... "You gotta turn it around before its too late..."  I looked over at the CD player that I forgot to turn off. I picked up the jewel case and stared at the guys. "You're not even here Taylor, and you're STILL telling me what to do..." I laid the case back down and propped my hands behind me head.

"Thank you."

*Jaden*
Ask Me C aj hess

- 10 -

June  15, 2000

I called her today...can you believe it? I'm suprised she even spoke to me.
I wouldn't have...It's not like I wanted to leave....I knew she was in
trouble, I knew it.

Wow, Michelle..this is making a LOT of sence. Ok, so I
called Jaden today...she's still in tulsa...which is good to know..but what
is also not so good to know is that she is in rehab.

Whats really strange is that she sounds GREAT...I mean...I  dont
know how great it could be in rehab, but it's definatly doing something for her.

I wanted to tell her that my life has been hell...I wanted to tell her that for the
last year I haven't been able to stop thinking about what i've done....I want her
to know that she's not alone...I want someone I can tell everything to....
Someone i could tell what that bruise was REALLY from..I'm sick of hiding, I'm sick
of lying, I'm sick of crying, I'm sick of running....I'm sick of "falling down and hurting myself"
I can't help but think if i I wouldn't of left..we would both be a little more sane.

That was ME...I was selfish....selfish and STUPID to think that I had someone to actually
take care of me....So now..I'm here broke, alone, bruised, empty and scared as hell.
WHY DID I LEAVE?! So yeah...I've bascially fucked us both up by one simple move,
thank you thank you..you know how I try.... I swear Jaden, if you ever for some reason
read this..I am sorry...and i WILL make up for what i've done. Wow, Tulsa....here I come
again....Mmmbop? ha. I wonder if they have kept their fame going...I kind of  doubt it
most good things never last.
 

*Michelle*