Sep 28, 2006 07:51
I finally got my clothes together to go to the laundromat. And walking down the street to the end of the block with a laundry basket packed full of dirty clothes, I was stopped by some older women. "You going to do your laundry?" "Yeah, we still haven't-" "The laundromat burnt down last night. It's condemned." "What? Last night? The one right there on the corner?" "Yep. You didn't hear all the fire trucks?" "He must have slept right through it," another woman said from her porch.
I wanted to know why my sister was crying. I mean I could pick out evident details- her boyfriend cheated on her and somehow she found out.
Outside, I found broken pictures and picture frames- which looked like they'd been thrown out from the second story balcony (my sister's room)- with glass shattered all around them. But the pictures didn't seem to have anything to do with her boyfriend.
I can't take it anymore. I can't take this crying. It hurts. It really is an emotional roller coaster living with two girls.
She skipped class and work because her boyfriend cheated on her. The only reason I would ever skip anything is out of laziness and general apathy.
I broke out the bottle of wine. We bought another. We dranks the PBRs and bought 22's.
I don't understand why I now get drunk and stoned every night but at the same time, I really can't figure out why I shouldn't. I can't come up with one good reason to convince myself to stop.