Paper planes.

Dear Sarah, Amelia, Issy, Jas and Steph.
By the time you read this, I’ll already be gone and be in Broome. I’m telling everyone that I left because my mum and dad made me, but the truth is that I asked to leave. I can’t face being in Indented Head anymore. And I can’t face seeing Issy everyday. Even when she’s gone I can feel her watching me. You were such a good friend to me and I’m really sorry for being such a bitch. You are a better person than I will ever be, and I hope you know that.
Sarah and Amelia I’m sorry for disappointing you. You two always made me laugh, together or separately. And I remember the first time I cried since my sister’s death was when I read a comment that you wrote on my blog post, Rah. You were so sweet and lovely to me and it was nice to feel supported, even from afar.
Jas, I probably related to you the most. You are absolutely honest and sincere. You are who you are and you aren’t afraid to be yourself. I admire you so so much. I hope you will always know that.
Steph, you thought we never really got along. But I always thought otherwise. I loved you a lot and I respected you even when we fought. You’ve got such a sense of self-contentment, I envy it. And I envy how cool you are without even trying.
The father of my baby is a boy called -insert father here-. Please never tell him about my pregnancy. Never.
My baby is a girl. And it is my dearest hope that she turns out nothing like me. She’s gorgeous already. She’s slightly blobby, but in a good way. I know that she will become something great. Someone worth while being around. I promise you all that I’m going to change and be a good mother to her. I’m quitting smoking and alcohol for the pregnancy. I love my blobby a lot.
Issy, I’m sorry for never believing you. I know now that I should’ve and that I was foolish for thinking that you would have sex with Tom just like that. Plus, I know you’re still a virgin. Sorry for telling everyone that you weren’t.
You five girls mean the world to me. I know that if you try really hard that you will all go places. Please try in school and participate. Please stop smoking and drinking. And please find it in yourself one day to forgive me. That means so much to me, more than you know. But most of all, never become like me, because if you do, you’ll be miserable and bitter.
I love you all and I will miss you. I will never forget the friendship we had, even if it was short and I will never forget you. And I will never forget the unforgettable mistakes I made and I will never make them again. You are all extremely good people. Good luck in life. I know if you put your mind to something, you will be able to do it. You will be able to do anything. I promise you that.
Lots of love forever,
Brooke Kingsley xoxo

I never really understood her.. She always seemed so distanced, never really opened up that much to me and when she did, she seemed more to be bragging. I never felt as though I could trust her, things I told her I knew she would tell others. And how I am self-contented I will never know. Or how I’m cool without even trying, that made me laugh. Mm yeah, pointless post.