Dad calls me sobbing and tells me not to worry.

"Okay," I say, "No problem," I say.

"Glenn rolled over his truck."

"Yeah," I say (remember I'm not worrying, and when I heard those words a part of me deep in my heart went completely numb) "Where is he now?"

"Standing by the side of the road...he walked away from it."

"Oh my God..." Then something tickled ( Read more... )

     It's finally happened. I've waited so long my entire life, and it's finally happened. Keep in mind this is coming from a girl who spent most of her days wondering how to end her days without seeming like too much of a drama queen. But there I was on the beach two blocks from my apartment today. The sun was warming my back and I was sniffling ( Read more... )

     So, I woke up this morning and thought to myself ( Read more... )

     No joke, for real, this is how sad your life can get. So, Glenn ditched me today and ran off for some good old fashioned alone time. I want to be angry at him, god knows I do, but he'd kinda of crazy now and can hardly be held responsible for anything he does anymore. So I let it slide ( Read more... )

     Right now I could sit down and tell you the worst moment of my life in graphic detail. It’s so incredibly easy for me to pick this memory out of my head. So easy. Yet, at the same time I could not sit own and tell you what the greatest moment of my life was. I honestly have no clue. This is certainly not to imply that I have never had a moment ( Read more... )

     This in Glenn's own words is "cooking day". I think we're on to something. I think today is the day when everything starts to make sense again. Sobering up has been a long time in coming huh ( Read more... )

     The thing about leaving something behind forever is that you can't do it alone. That's why suicide cults exist. Oh, you can walk away, you can, but isn't it so much easier if you've got someone walking beside you? That's the thing about it. If you leave by yourself, then maybe you're selfish or crazy, but if you've got someone beside you, well ( Read more... )

      And it feels like the alchohol has burned a hole through my stomach. We can only hope that Ma never asks where that bottle of gin went.

Tomorrow when I wake up, I'm finding my brother and I will not desert him. I will not desert him.

Yeah, I wish we were young again too. And as far as phsyics go, if that moment occured a million ( Read more... )

     On Friday ninght after a drink I call up Angela and tell her we need to get matching tattoos. Now, she doesn't ask why we need them all she wants to know is what we are getting tattooed and where. I say,

"Isn't it obvious? We're getting Ron Jeremy's name tattooed across our asses."

She's laughing because this isn't really anything new for us ( Read more... )

     There are so many ways I could chronical this year. I could chronical it in the drinks I've drank, the cigarettes I've smoked, the things I've created, the wakes I've attended, the meals I've eaten, the swears I've said, the promises I've broken, the secrets I've kept and the ones I didn't keep, the anger I've felt, the laughs I've had, and of ( Read more... )