If you fight with your sister and think I take sides
If you love me when you feel like it
If you take things from me
If you lie to me
If I've really tried to be here for you
If you can't see which side your bread is buttered on
If I cry over you almost every day

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What crazy thing will be your demise? An empty bottle of perscription pills ... (why?) Because you sold it to Kim Jong-il   'What crazy thing will be your demise?' at ( Read more... )

Britany woke me at 2:30 AM to tell me that there were some police officers who wanted to talk to me. One was just outside my room, so I invited him in. There were, he said, about a dozen underage kids drinking at my house. That was bad enough, I really don't want the kids to have alcohol, that can impair fully grown men ( Read more... )

My accomplice

The best of you, the best of me
folded into a tiny vessel
sequestered in our love
nurtured by your warmth
and my patience
my potent princess
my singular savage
"Sarah, you haven't touched your food."

I love you, I love you, I love you.
Thank you for being yourself, especially last night. You are a delight.

Yes, step right up to the booth, my dear ( Read more... )

You could have been no more than two years old when I explained depression to you for the first time. Why? Well, because I felt that my mother's illness was my fault, and I did not want you to suffer that way. I explained it over and over, that you were in no way to blame, and that I was actually not as sad as it seemed, it was the illness that ( Read more... )

So when I die, I'll be unstuck in time, like the man in Slaughterhouse Five! I can handle that ( Read more... )

After you die...
Unstuck in Time

After death, you will become unstuck in time, and re-live various moments of your life. Time will cease to exist. One moment you will be learning to catch butterflies, the next you will be using your walker to go to the bathroom. You will live on forever in this way, constantly reliving the sweetest and not so ( Read more... )

Oh for years now I have believed that I was in control of my own feelings. But I can tell you, I don't feel in control now. A friend of mine (maybe a friend) holds up her hand, "Kick this high". I measure, I think about how good I will feel when I am able to follow my friend's request. All I want now is to please her once again. Then I kick; I can' ( Read more... )

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