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| sendmemoney (profile) wrote, on 9-9-2002 at 10:50pm | |
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| It was when they stopped noticing … or maybe caring … that it started. She would come home, her eyes tiny slits in her head, bloodshot and clouded so that you could barely tell the color, and walk in. One parent would not even leave their room, much less say hello, and the other would glance away from the television set for one second before dismissing her to the kitchen. It wasn’t long before she didn’t even leave the house to turn her eyes that shady grayish-green. Her absences were too many to document, and soon, teachers would mark her absent without even calling her name. And her boss grew tired of calling her house to tell her to pick up her last paycheck and drop off her uniform, and the shirt sat unused and unwashed in a corner of her room. As for her boyfriend … he probably didn’t even notice the empty gestures, as long as he was getting laid. One time he did give her his shoulder to cry on, but when she closed her eyes and muffled sobs against his shirt, he stared over her shoulder at the passing girls. Maybe he should have noticed that her eyes weren’t completely closed, and that she caught on to his emotionless hugs. And that she caught on to his looking at the passing girls, and that she knew it wasn’t the only thing he would do to some of them. The only thing that soothed her was to turn up her radio and drive to the lake, but when the drugs became more important than gas, she quit doing that, too. She stopped coming home some nights. They didn’t care. As long as she maintained her grades – which, with the help of a copy machine and a little bit of white-out, was no problem at all. Every two and a half months, she would straighten her hair, smile, and drop off her report card. And every other night, she would lie passed out on a stranger’s floor. When her parents received the phone call, they realized that was why her car had not moved in two weeks. The funeral was almost empty. She had nobody left. Once you become another statistic, you have lost everything. | |
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xxlostdreamzxx | wow, 09-10-02 1:25pm that was really good
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| Anonymous | are these sleeping pills non- drowsy?, 09-10-02 7:02pm i like this a lot, it is wonderful. and so are you.
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sendmemoney | Re: are these sleeping pills non- drowsy?, 09-10-02 7:58pm yes, non-drowsy sleeping pills for all. :) thanks, baby. you are wonderful too. when i have nothing else to listen to i will take it back, but for now, keep it. it is not so good, i think. and heather - i did not know you read my journal, but thanks :) bye. * |
lastangelspoken | 09-11-02 3:04pm that was amazing.. i read it twice i loved it so much, and then i started crying because it is so good, love you <3 |
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| Anonymous | 09-11-02 6:21pm Susan, you are amazing ~ Jenn |
everyhtinginbetween | 09-11-02 10:45pm i remember when you didnt want anywone to know abou this journal. and now look at what you have written. it is beautiful. arent you glad you told the world about your amazing journal so you could share it? |