Kids just left, and I miss them. A rusty nail scratched my chest. Ouch.
My head hurts. Goodbye, I miss you.
Oh, and now "Bob" doesn't speak to me anymore because I'm anti-war. Twenty years of friendship down the drain. I argued with him once on GChat all night.
I was sure he'd see things my way. It hurt my head. My head was crying.
Claudia came down. She looked good in her nightgown. She was like, "You have to get to sleep." And I was like, "But we've been friends for over twenty years!"
My shoulders scrunched together. My eyes squinting. Ready to type.
She said, "no you haven't been" and turned around and went back to sleep.
Well…I'm right.
Dammit.
Every day, there's something. Something I'm afraid of. Someone I'm worried for. Someone who does me wrong. Someone who is stabbing me in the back.
I can't...
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