Well, I decided to ask my mom about my brother...

He's not taking his medication.

He says he wants to live homeless.

I've got the weirdest fucking family.

I guess this is a cry for help.

I'm so tired.  This life has been a painful one to endure and I am beginning to think that there's not going to be any rest.  For the past eight years my family and I have been struggling.  Being happy is a battle ( Read more... )

Alright! A month to recover seems okay to me. I think I'm okay with being twenty. It means I've gone a fourth (if I'm luck) of the way through my life already (its going to be a third, I know it), but it also means I am a fourth of the way through my life (third) and that's a fourth (third) of the bullshit down and only three fourths (two-thirds ( Read more... )

Three hours until I'm twenty...

Someone please save me.

Am I an alcholic if I admit to it ( Read more... )

( I'm not a drunk. At least... I wasn't a drunk. )

Boy, do I have some stories to tell. Ask me some time and I'll tell you. Promise.

I'm in a really good mood ( Read more... )

Well, I'm finally moving out of Ione. I'll likely be without internet for a few days, but we're hoping to have it within a week's time. Love you. Miss you. See you soon.