something more like a feeling..
in the past week, i've turned nineteen, my friends dad died, my friend got run over by a car, i've thought a lot, cried a lot, and slept even more.
yesterday night i went to visit my friend who is stuck in his bed. it was so nice, really, to see him. but sad, too. he just has to lay there and look at the wall, or the t.v. he can't walk, sit up, or anything. pobrecita. i told him i'd bring him over some pictures for his walls, so at least he has some nice things to look at. he has thirty four staples in his stoumach, but might get them out on friday. alcohol is a powerful thing, but the human heart is a stronger one.
i can't wait to go to texas, where i will see familiar faces and be able to wear tank tops and tee shirts.
yesterday night i went to visit my friend who is stuck in his bed. it was so nice, really, to see him. but sad, too. he just has to lay there and look at the wall, or the t.v. he can't walk, sit up, or anything. pobrecita. i told him i'd bring him over some pictures for his walls, so at least he has some nice things to look at. he has thirty four staples in his stoumach, but might get them out on friday. alcohol is a powerful thing, but the human heart is a stronger one.
i can't wait to go to texas, where i will see familiar faces and be able to wear tank tops and tee shirts.