I'm forever black-eyed, the product of a broken home.
tonight, i feel black eyed. i feel my eyes widen and my gaze wander everytime im not deliberatel distracting myself. a lot has gone on over the last few months. none of the major news good, though there have been lots of good times in the last three months. so far this has been a year to grow up in. i suppose maturing is something you have no choice about, once you see your responsibilities they nag at you until you see them through.
my daddy nearly died and had to have an operation, juan has shingles so me and rachel are being nursemaids. i want to move out. i feel like im playing at grownups except its all got too serious. my other nearest and dearest are hurting vry much right now and i wish i could help them in other ways than trying to be there. still unemployed, still single. still trying to fit everything in and still failing, but still keeping some kind of blind faith that everything will be alright somehow. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
my daddy nearly died and had to have an operation, juan has shingles so me and rachel are being nursemaids. i want to move out. i feel like im playing at grownups except its all got too serious. my other nearest and dearest are hurting vry much right now and i wish i could help them in other ways than trying to be there. still unemployed, still single. still trying to fit everything in and still failing, but still keeping some kind of blind faith that everything will be alright somehow. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3