................ a m e r i c a n p o e t
November 25, 2002 + 8:57 am
killmekillmekillme
my sister tries to help me stop sometimes, when my chest heaves and hurts, and no more tears will slide down my reddened face. she tells me that pressing a cold washcloth to my face might help me stop crying, as it helps her when she finds that she can't stop her own sobbing... and then i wonder, what has my sister to be so sad about that she cant stop crying? and that makes me even more depressed.
November 24, 2002 + 5:09 pm
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kill me
November 23, 2002 + 10:42 am
no good very bad weekend.
I really hate it when my mom stays home for the weekend. No, I mean I really hate it. She's shampooing the rug now, and wants me to go out with her to walk the dogs later. You know, provided I've picked up all the shit in the backyard first. Nevermind that I'm supposed to go over to Kevi's house to work on school stuff this morning, my life is to serve. So fucking irritating.
And Kevi is a whole other matter. He wasn't around last night, and said he was with Jay. But that couldn't be right because Jay was with us, and Kevi wasn't. So the popular theory going around is that Kevi is out with Sarah, who lives in Pickering, and has a strong affection for alcoholic drinks. Kevi isn't home yet, or so it would sem, and I'm worried that he might be stranded out in the very Eastern end of the city, and no way to get home. Worse yet, something might've happened between him and Sarah that he might regret.... he has a girlfriend and she isn't Sarah.
So yeah. Craptacular start to a craptacular weekend, no doubt.
