Lost in Space was a true-to-life documentary, bitch.
Dear Whitney Houston,
Today's a weird day. It's finally bearable outside heat-wise, but I have this strange feeling. The other night Brian (my mom's friend/ex boyfriend) ran upstairs and asked me if I had any friends that were dressed as ghosts that might be trying to scare me. I was half asleep and I got fucking scared. I asked him what he was talking about and he told me that there were two people in our bushes wearing ghost costumes. Still half asleep, I grabbed one of my swords and got up to go check it out. Brian ran downstairs, hit all the lights, and whispered for me to come see the people. At this point I had no clue what was going on. Brian is a drinker and smoker, so I assumed he was really high or drunk and was halleucinating. Either that or I had this weird feeling that he was just fucking with me or was going to do something weird like try to kill me if I went down there. I wasn't thiking clearly, it being 5 am. He told me that he had called the cops and that they were on there way, but to get him a flashlight. So I found one, gave it to him, and he ran back downstairs. I was tripping out. I had no idea if there were some psycho killers in our bushes or what. I called out to him and asked if they were still there. He said that he had shined the lights right on them and that they werent moving. Just then, the police showed up and starting searching our backyard, but no one was around.
Today my mom was talking to me about Brian, and started to cry. I asked what was going on and she just said she was worried about him. My dad died of Hepatitus, and I think it affected his liver. He was having weird halleucinations just weeks before he passed away. My mom said that she thought this might be whats wrong with Brian. He's drank alcohol for most of his life, and smoked weed for just as long. She's afraid that his liver might be giving in, explaining that sometimes she sees his eyes and they're yellow, which is a sign of liver failure (yellow jaundice and shit). I don't know. He's such a jerk to her and still asks her for places to stay in our house, and food and stuff. But on the other hand, he can be such a nice guy to both of us. I just feel really sad right now I guess. No one deserves to be sick. No one deserves to die. It's hard for my mom because she wants him out of her life, but still cares about him and doesn't feel like she can just shut off contact with him, especially if he is, in fact, sick. It all just makes me really sad. Hopefully, he'll get himself together and find a steady job and a place to stay. I don't know, its just really fucking with me mentally right now. Hope everyone is doing well and has a great week.
Today's a weird day. It's finally bearable outside heat-wise, but I have this strange feeling. The other night Brian (my mom's friend/ex boyfriend) ran upstairs and asked me if I had any friends that were dressed as ghosts that might be trying to scare me. I was half asleep and I got fucking scared. I asked him what he was talking about and he told me that there were two people in our bushes wearing ghost costumes. Still half asleep, I grabbed one of my swords and got up to go check it out. Brian ran downstairs, hit all the lights, and whispered for me to come see the people. At this point I had no clue what was going on. Brian is a drinker and smoker, so I assumed he was really high or drunk and was halleucinating. Either that or I had this weird feeling that he was just fucking with me or was going to do something weird like try to kill me if I went down there. I wasn't thiking clearly, it being 5 am. He told me that he had called the cops and that they were on there way, but to get him a flashlight. So I found one, gave it to him, and he ran back downstairs. I was tripping out. I had no idea if there were some psycho killers in our bushes or what. I called out to him and asked if they were still there. He said that he had shined the lights right on them and that they werent moving. Just then, the police showed up and starting searching our backyard, but no one was around.
Today my mom was talking to me about Brian, and started to cry. I asked what was going on and she just said she was worried about him. My dad died of Hepatitus, and I think it affected his liver. He was having weird halleucinations just weeks before he passed away. My mom said that she thought this might be whats wrong with Brian. He's drank alcohol for most of his life, and smoked weed for just as long. She's afraid that his liver might be giving in, explaining that sometimes she sees his eyes and they're yellow, which is a sign of liver failure (yellow jaundice and shit). I don't know. He's such a jerk to her and still asks her for places to stay in our house, and food and stuff. But on the other hand, he can be such a nice guy to both of us. I just feel really sad right now I guess. No one deserves to be sick. No one deserves to die. It's hard for my mom because she wants him out of her life, but still cares about him and doesn't feel like she can just shut off contact with him, especially if he is, in fact, sick. It all just makes me really sad. Hopefully, he'll get himself together and find a steady job and a place to stay. I don't know, its just really fucking with me mentally right now. Hope everyone is doing well and has a great week.