i feel like i have some sort of power over my life. at least for the next five minutes.
my mother gave in...or gave up. i don't know which,and i don't care.
now my hair is short, like razor cut short, styled like something out of a picasso picture, and the best part,
it's black.
one small victory at a time, folks, one small victory at a time.
my father has not gotten any better, so i guess the stability is good.
until later. when i will post the poem i wrote but am not remembering and did not write down...it was an impulsive writing session during an e-mail...very short lived. i hope i remember it.
an thank you, emily, the journals are beautiful...the parts she wrote when she was eighteen are like my life right now..at least kinda how i feel. it's like a validator for me. someone before me knew how i am feeling now. mixing tenses, again. wonderful. playing with time, being god. oooh, church was hard taday, too, but i will post later in case youth group sucks, too. then i only have to bitch once. hee.
it's black, and it looks fucking awesome. cheery feeling.