So, my mom had a cracking moment and slapped me.  Again.  And then wouldn't look at me.  And then requested help.  Which we obliged.  Again ( Read more... )

My stomach hurts.  I'm a little drugged.  My stomach doesn't hurt as much as it did.  But it still hurts.  I'm listening to the Germs.

I ate too much shit in the last two days and my digestive tract is mutinying.  <---Haha!  That's a word?  I did not know.  No red line under it...hm.
( Lots of stuff that happened recently. Feelings. Complaints. Y'know...shit like that. )

I wish I could stop this feeling of losing it that hits right when I start to feel like a human being again.  A happy human ( Read more... )

There's just no sense to be made.  I'll skip that part of me trying to figure it out.  It's ramble-y and tiresome and pointless.  I'm done with existentialism.

I've been cold for days.  I wish for once that pain could be a sprinter instead of a marathon runner.  It's Christmas Eve tomorrow.  We always go to Granny and Grandpa's house on Christmas ( Read more... )

Sometimes there aren't words.  Then, all of a sudden there are.  Lots of them.  Angry ones.  Sad ones.  Confused ones.  I wrote tons of stories about it all.  Shorts, longer shorts, a small novel-sized one.  Truth was, I didn't let go until I'd been dating Jason for awhile.  We were each other's everything.  We skipped school, went to parties, got ( Read more... )