malibu

Kita called me today, and she said that she doesn't get why I'm so
mad at The Bastard. I guess she has a point, he didn't do anything
wrong to me.


I'm mad at him because he used to make me so happy. I used to
love being around him and I used to wait for his phone call. And then
he just took that away from me. For no reason, no
explanation.


Just like when I was little and my Mom would take me to the
mall and I'd go into the toy store, and I used to look at the racks
full of Barbie's in awe. But then my Mom would refuse to buy me the
Malibu Barbie, with two different bathing suits. She'd just take me by
the hand and drag me out the store.


Maybe my problem is that I'm dillusional. I cling so tightly
to a dream that was never real. But I thought I could trust him, I
thought he wouldn't drag me out of happiness like my mom. But he
did.


That's why I'm mad.