porcelain memoirs

[KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL]

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel
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••• year 2001, age 8l bits and p i e c e s
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[KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL]

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year 2001

Today we put Mom into the grave. I was so sad, still am sad. Dad tried to keep everything together, but i cried. I keep crying whenever I see a picture of hir. Dad says that he is gonna take hir pictures a way if I don't stop crying every time I see them. I dont want that to happen. I miss hir so much. dad gave me this notebook to write in. I donnt know why. he said wer going to visit moms grave on sunday. he even said i can bring flowers to bring to hir. Some daysees. they were hir favrite.

χ kurt<3

year 2001

It fellt werd to go to school today. it's been a month since she died, and I'm not sure If i'm complitly ok. ive cried every night this week. i want my mom. i need her. dad says we're going to go talk to someone next week. someone who wants to help. no one can help. not unless they can bring back mom.

χ kurt<3

year 2001

i dont know about this Syke guy. He kept asking me about my feelings, and about Mom. I cried infront of him, and he kept righting on his paper. He talked to me and dad, and then just me, and then just Dad. I don't know what he wants.

june 10 2003

I completely forgot about this journal. But, I know what I'm going to do the rest of my life. I'm going to be on Broadway! Dad took me to the opening of this new musical, Wicked, and it was fantastic! It's about these two women who were completely different from each other, but they became best of friends. Oh, how I can't wait to sing on broadway. This is my mission. My goal. Mom, I miss and love you. Everything I do from now will be to remember you.

Me and dad still visit your grave. We've started going less and less, but we always bring flowers. My spelling has improved. I know you'd like that. Dad doesn't see it. He doesn't see how I'm growing up, how I feel. I feel different, Mom, like I'm not like the rest of the kids. I know you would say I was special, but I mean it. I don't act like how a boy acts. Other boys in school have been picking on me and calling me girlygirl. I hate it mom. David's the worst. He steals my lunch and gives me swirlies in the toilets at school. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I don't want to go through this alone. I sit in my room by myself, and I wonder where you are. How you're doing. I don't know what to do without you Mom.

χ kurt<3

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