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you know what's odd about me? i don't speak unless i think that i have a reason to and i think that people will hear me.
why do people speak if they have nothing to say?
why do people confront others and make problems out of things that don't matter to them?
why do people feel the need to say the last word?
what has happened to my brother?
why is he letting me down?
why am i writing a pessimistic entry when i've been so happy for so long?
what the f?
i am a little bit depressed by the fact that my siblings are fighting with each other right now, and that my sister is being mean to me, (she is hardly ever mean, something is up with her) my other sister is being a my mother's little spy, and my brother, the one who defined me, who raised me where my parents fell short, who beat me up to make me strong, whom i always gave anything he asked for, actually refuses me. where's he at? more than any other word, he just says, "whatever". he has lost this thing that he used to have. he just floats now. floats through everything. floats through life. he's poor, no job, no home, on bad terms with his family, never kept in contact with his friends - he is certainly in a tight spot, but he has turned me off. He's argumentative but wrong in his arguments. he doesn't care about things.
god
this is very untrue to my life though, i have not been sad at all lately. the only reason i am talking about this is because he is making my sister cry right now, and right now happened to be one of those entirely random moments when my computer allows me to post entries.
IN ALL TRUTH i've been so unbearably happy. i've been spending my entire vacation with becky and it has been so fun. i don't know about tomorrow (stench/pitchfork and jud's) i think my parents are coming home and they will not let go out at all, that's ok though.
anyway, i feel sufficiently geeky for having written this whole entry. (besides the fact that i just watched napoleon dynamite)
i love you all (specially you, bek)
love,
trevor
why do people speak if they have nothing to say?
why do people confront others and make problems out of things that don't matter to them?
why do people feel the need to say the last word?
what has happened to my brother?
why is he letting me down?
why am i writing a pessimistic entry when i've been so happy for so long?
what the f?
i am a little bit depressed by the fact that my siblings are fighting with each other right now, and that my sister is being mean to me, (she is hardly ever mean, something is up with her) my other sister is being a my mother's little spy, and my brother, the one who defined me, who raised me where my parents fell short, who beat me up to make me strong, whom i always gave anything he asked for, actually refuses me. where's he at? more than any other word, he just says, "whatever". he has lost this thing that he used to have. he just floats now. floats through everything. floats through life. he's poor, no job, no home, on bad terms with his family, never kept in contact with his friends - he is certainly in a tight spot, but he has turned me off. He's argumentative but wrong in his arguments. he doesn't care about things.
god
this is very untrue to my life though, i have not been sad at all lately. the only reason i am talking about this is because he is making my sister cry right now, and right now happened to be one of those entirely random moments when my computer allows me to post entries.
IN ALL TRUTH i've been so unbearably happy. i've been spending my entire vacation with becky and it has been so fun. i don't know about tomorrow (stench/pitchfork and jud's) i think my parents are coming home and they will not let go out at all, that's ok though.
anyway, i feel sufficiently geeky for having written this whole entry. (besides the fact that i just watched napoleon dynamite)
i love you all (specially you, bek)
love,
trevor