don't talk to me because i'm tired of hearing all the lies...
well yesterday was bad. not just because of my "nervous-personality breakdown" but i found out something. i feel sorry for my mom. she's been having trouble at her work, and only now she tells me. i never knew she was going through all this shit at the hospital. wow...no wonder why she's bitchy at home. these women at her work are giving her problems. it's driving her crazy. i hope she gets through it...but i know she can. she's strong. unlike me.
i havent started on the history project and time is ticking away. aren't you so proud ...
she couldn't run, she couldnt hide. life was chasing her, and she couldn't take it anymore. too much pain and sorrow. there was no need for her to exsist in the chaotic world - the haunting dreams, nightmares that had her almost touching the clouds, but then getting sucked down by the ruby figure. all she needed was some medicine. not to cure her pain, but to end her pain. or maybe hide in the bathroom and have a little rendezvous with the needle just until everything was okay again. she didn't know where she was headed to, but after she finally pulled that trigger, she could leave her life...and be happy.