Dear Parents, Jessey, and all others who’ve decided to accuse me of lying about the coming of Blake,
First off, I did NOT lie to Jessey, that’s right. I didn’t lie. Something came up in December right in the middle, and I held out hope that Blake would come, but the family came and took that away from me. Second, I will not have you crushing my dreams, telling me I have to take an “entry level” job. That will not pay off my debt. I”m sorry, but that debt has to go away, and it will be paid by the entity who stole my dreams away: Rehab. Rehab tld me I was no good at social work, could not go to college, etc. They wanted “appropriate work behaviors.” Give me a break! I’m done here, done. IF you want a performance review that says, “exceeds good standard behavior,” all entities written to in this note, you had better stop crushing my dreams. I’m done trying to hide myself frrom you, Jess. I know you want me to do this entry level work, but I’m sorry. You can’t make me, and I won’t. Why? It’s too much, and transit will not be reliable at night if they ask for a night clerk. I cannot work as a night clerk, period. I can decide what employment I want, but a guardian is a predatory thing.
To Rehab, you guys just pony up and pay the debt yourselves. This is not a valid debt, and I want to go to college so I can get a good job provided this Voice thing doesn’t work out. It won’t. The producers won’t let a blind person on the show because they won’t think I can take care of myself, and they want visuals: makeup, hair, poppish breasts, etc. You don’t understand that this is what they want for television personalities too. At least there was a lady on Wesh who was pregnant, the meteorology lady Amy Sweezy. She got pregnant, and Mom I remember looked once at her and said, “Oh God, she’s gonna pop any moment.” Jessey and Richele, do not accuse me of lying at work or at home. Do not haunt me in my dreams before I explode! I won’t, I repeat, won’t be going anywhere near college until Rehab pays the debt.
AS for the parents, it’s your guardianship that made things too complicated for my educational future. I will not pay the college debt. IF you do not pay it, parents, you’ll be in bigger trouble than you now, and it’s all because you got what you wanted. You can’t have everything you want just because you’re so “concerned” about your poor baby’s welfare. Well, guess what? You’re being severely punished because all the times I’ve lived with you all, you’ve tried to stop me from writing things against you. What do you want me to say? Oh, I love you guys. Oh, you are the best parents a girl could ask for. Bull. I’m sorry, but you people have tried to crush my dreams, and you have tried to do it, but you will not. I will make the producers on the Voice accept the audition and let me on the show. I will fly to Los Angeles, into the arms of my Blake, and when Blake in Arizona finds out what you’ve done, you will, I repeat will, I promise, have lots of money to pay. You won’t do this to me again. I can’t have your way with me. I want it my way or the highway. I’m sorry you feel that this is “inappropriate”, but you will not try and erase the writing. You’ve tried to do it to me before. Remember? I was seventeen or nineteen at the time. You refused to allow me to create things without you staring at it. You had no respect for me, my privacy, my self worth and dignity. Goodbye.
As to Blake, you are the greatest thing in the world that has ever lived, and you will always be on my mind. Blake Tucker, you really have made my day better. IF only you were awake at this very moment, in Denver, in my arms, so I could hold you tight, so I could kiss your wine-red lips, so I could hold your soft skinned hands. I want to feel your breath around me, over me, through me. I want you, more than anything else. Blake, you were supposed to come here, and God almighty knows I’ll be on the phohne with the Clerk’s office immediately after I wake up at seven MDT. Blake, don’t worry about me so much unless you mean to. I love you, and I will never leave you. Don’t leave me.
As for Lily and Deanna at Bayaud, you ladies rocked the house. Deanna, you look lovelier than I thought. Forget about the weight. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Lily is cool, and she’s the first person I met at the place. As for my coworkers, thanks a bunch. I won’t give any more names of any more people for fear I might be going nuts. Perhaps this blog will go down in history as the rant of the century, but I must go and do something else.
I’m not kidding.
Thanks a lot.