May 31, 2009 20:00
I wrecked the casserole. I know what golden brown is supposed to be now though. I'll have to try again later. I think I'll keep on making food that isn't supposed to look great. So far they end up to be delicious and edible. Sure beats cold sandwiches. That's why they have fire extinguishers around.
I have a question, and I guess it is weird but no one else seems to mind, but are there ever operas played at the opera? It's...a big deal where I come from. Everyone goes to the opera. I miss hearing Blind Mag. Since this place is in the past and between all of these places, I guess no one else knows what I'm talking about. She's absolutely amazing, the very best singer of the 21st century. The world should remember her. I know that I do. I always will even more so now.
Graverobber, I want to get a pet. Would you mind?
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Justin suggested that I say good bye to everything that's past. That's so much. The opera, my dad, the so called cure, the Largos...everything that make me feel like my heart feel like it's full of sand. I hate it. I hate that I was lied to. I hate Rotti and that night at the Opera. I can't change it. Thinking about it or trying to make sense of it only hurts more. I don't want to live in all of those bad memories. That's not what I deserve. I think it'll take a long time for me to be okay enough to talk about it with just anybody.
Well, normal people. I don't know. Do normal people talk about how they feel? Even the awful things? It's okay sometimes. I think. Graverobber doesn't like Dad. At all. I think I'm best off just letting it all slip. I can't just put it out of my mind. It'll be there, and I can't help it. I can't change it. I can change now. I just... I need to keep on trying.
I kissed a boy!
dad,
blind mag,
justin,
truth and lies,
graverobber (i wonder why i even bother),
at the opera tonight,
thanks for the disease