if you find yourself then you might believe
So okay.
Three things.
A) I forgot to mention that there's a mouse living in our house. I met him Sunday night when he came into the living room and crawled up to me.
I named him Milo Sturgis.
That's his first name. For the record.
B) While I was doing the laundry I caught my hand on the door and felt a sharp pain, so I thought it was a splinter and glanced down to check. Instead I found an oval-shaped place on the thick part of my hand that was missing skin.
Freaky part: When I looked at the part of the door that I caught my hand on, the skin was still there. On that part of the door that is. Stuck to it.
It was a perfect tear. No jagged lines at all. It almost looks as if I cut the skin off myself. It hurts and it's bleeding but it's still kind of cool because any other time something tore my skin off I never actually saw the skin still in the place that it got torn off by.....
C) I just found out why the door's not locked. At least, the probable reason. Which is that my mom is in the hospital again. They never went to work.
Question. If I'm such a good loving kid, why do I feel pissed off instead of worried?
Oh.
Wait. That might be because A) she's been so many times that I gave up freaking out that she wouldn't come out because I know she will and B) Revis was the one who called, not her. Every time she's been to the hospital lately, I hear it from him. Not her.
For some reason that irritates me.
I wonder when she's coming home this time. Maybe in a few hours. She'll be okay, I already know that, so I won't worry about it.
In the meantime I guess I'll do their laundry for them. Or something. At least then they won't have anything to do but sleep when they come home.
And also this probably means I'm going to be out of commission again for another forever.
....I wish whatever keeps deciding to fuck my mother's insides up would just die. False alarms get old really quickly and I'm sure she's sick of being in the hospital with headaches and chest pains and bills we can't afford.
It's like the money monster's just digging us a deeper and deeper hole....
Three things.
A) I forgot to mention that there's a mouse living in our house. I met him Sunday night when he came into the living room and crawled up to me.
I named him Milo Sturgis.
That's his first name. For the record.
B) While I was doing the laundry I caught my hand on the door and felt a sharp pain, so I thought it was a splinter and glanced down to check. Instead I found an oval-shaped place on the thick part of my hand that was missing skin.
Freaky part: When I looked at the part of the door that I caught my hand on, the skin was still there. On that part of the door that is. Stuck to it.
It was a perfect tear. No jagged lines at all. It almost looks as if I cut the skin off myself. It hurts and it's bleeding but it's still kind of cool because any other time something tore my skin off I never actually saw the skin still in the place that it got torn off by.....
C) I just found out why the door's not locked. At least, the probable reason. Which is that my mom is in the hospital again. They never went to work.
Question. If I'm such a good loving kid, why do I feel pissed off instead of worried?
Oh.
Wait. That might be because A) she's been so many times that I gave up freaking out that she wouldn't come out because I know she will and B) Revis was the one who called, not her. Every time she's been to the hospital lately, I hear it from him. Not her.
For some reason that irritates me.
I wonder when she's coming home this time. Maybe in a few hours. She'll be okay, I already know that, so I won't worry about it.
In the meantime I guess I'll do their laundry for them. Or something. At least then they won't have anything to do but sleep when they come home.
And also this probably means I'm going to be out of commission again for another forever.
....I wish whatever keeps deciding to fuck my mother's insides up would just die. False alarms get old really quickly and I'm sure she's sick of being in the hospital with headaches and chest pains and bills we can't afford.
It's like the money monster's just digging us a deeper and deeper hole....