Ugh.
I have about 6 updates to post but every time I try to I either don't have time or forgot to bring the disk or something retarded like that. Damn no internet access.
Anyway, more bad news today. I got a call while at work today. It was mom telling me that my brother got sentenced to 30 days in jail today. I was rather upset. He was picked up for possession of marijuana and shoplifting a bottle of cough syrup about 2 months ago. This is his second possession charge. It was really hard to handle. When I got home I cried. He's my little brother. It's hard have to think about him going through that. But there's only so much I can protect him from. I know it was his own damn fault for getting into that mess in the first place but still... I just don't understand him anymore. We used to fight like cats and dogs when we were little. I mean fist fights, pushing each other down the stairs kind of thing, but then we both grew up and became really great friends during high school. Then I moved away and he just took a nose dive. I'm so worried I'm gonna call that he either od'ed and died or committed suicide. I don't know if I could handle that. He has no job, no high school diploma, a criminal record, he's living with my dad for who knows how long and now he's spending a month in jail. I'm being honest when I say, what is there to live for when you're in that situation? He's been depressed for quite a while now but he's too damn lazy to get up off his ass and do something about it. I've been wanting to go visit him SOOOOO badly for the past several months now but our work schedules and money issues have kind of prevented us from going.
Anyway, I'm going to upload the backdated journal entries when I get the chance because a hell of a lot has happened since the last entry.
Anyway, more bad news today. I got a call while at work today. It was mom telling me that my brother got sentenced to 30 days in jail today. I was rather upset. He was picked up for possession of marijuana and shoplifting a bottle of cough syrup about 2 months ago. This is his second possession charge. It was really hard to handle. When I got home I cried. He's my little brother. It's hard have to think about him going through that. But there's only so much I can protect him from. I know it was his own damn fault for getting into that mess in the first place but still... I just don't understand him anymore. We used to fight like cats and dogs when we were little. I mean fist fights, pushing each other down the stairs kind of thing, but then we both grew up and became really great friends during high school. Then I moved away and he just took a nose dive. I'm so worried I'm gonna call that he either od'ed and died or committed suicide. I don't know if I could handle that. He has no job, no high school diploma, a criminal record, he's living with my dad for who knows how long and now he's spending a month in jail. I'm being honest when I say, what is there to live for when you're in that situation? He's been depressed for quite a while now but he's too damn lazy to get up off his ass and do something about it. I've been wanting to go visit him SOOOOO badly for the past several months now but our work schedules and money issues have kind of prevented us from going.
Anyway, I'm going to upload the backdated journal entries when I get the chance because a hell of a lot has happened since the last entry.