Mindjail pt. 2

[no_room]

Today I had another one of those serious talks with my Mom. Somewhere within the conversation, I realized I simply don't have the money to go to Indonesia in November. So I decided I would just save more for Hong Kong in April. That's what I will do. Somewhere else in the conversation, my Mom managed to slip in the pot addiction and believe in God topics. It's so strange how those two topics always come up with her and how I always reply the same way. I'm really glad I could speak about it so openly to my parents; our conversations open up a lot in our relationship as parent and son. But the more I learn about the relationship, the more I realize how my life is screwed up and how much mind problems I really have. I never took the time to look at certain things about my life. Now that I have, I see a lot of things wrong with it. Whatever it is, it's pushing in a direction that doesn't look too bad. I mean, my past has been screwed up so how much, worse could it really be? Whatever. I haven't played poker in about two months and I'm dying to play. Unfortunately I've been too lazy to go to the bank and get another debit card. I was supposed to do that today, but I fell asleep.

I really feel like writing a short story...