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| munkysaurus (profile) wrote, on 12-22-2002 at 1:31am | |
| Subject: Like smoke, in the atmosphere... |
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| ...I got a call from her. She's home now. She wouldn't disclose any information, but she seems just as broken as I am. Heh, the funny thing is. My mom has a vendetta against everyone, because she thinks the world is against her. She thinks that everyone fucked her over. She's oblivious. I feel bad. All the things that have happend to her, are all inflicted by her. ...I'm 18 years old. I want to tumble through the grass on some hill. Staring up at the clouds. Making different shapes and animals with my imagination. Knowing that life gets tough sometimes. That things are going to happen that are going to cause some hurt. Nothing, like this though... Well, I guess I'll see what happens. I can only hope that I can bypass the flow of anguish, and even for a brief moment feel: happiness. Sounds corny. It's priceless though, but even more, it's taken for granted. |
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spud | 12-22-02 10:40pm so much for my theory on how messed up my family is.
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