Life Is But A Dream For The Dead

Another BEAUTIFUL day in paradise . . . not.

I don't MIND spring break, but when I have no one to hang out with except my family . . . well, I get a wee bit loopy.

Like, REALLY loopy. I have Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge going down, and Mom keeps flirting with idea of going out.

It's nice outside, but I just don't feel like it.

She tells me to go hang out with the people who took me to the mall that one time, but I can't do that. They kept telling me to act 'normal', and wouldn't accept that they way I WAS acting was normal for me. So FUCK NO to that idea.

Has anyone else noticed that The Ghost Of You is incredibly sad? reminds of of my brother . . .

Never comin' home, never comin' home . . .

She keeps saying that we'll go out and find Twon, but I don't dare believe it. This kinda thing is the type of thing that screws me up for life. True, I've probably been screwed up beyond repair, but no need to make matters worse, eh?

All I can really say is that if my mother or father ever found this blog, I'd be put on pills faster than you can blink. Sad, ain't it? Almost everyone in my family except me is on some sort of medication, and I'd prefer it to stay that way.

Well, I don't have anything else to say. I was just saying hi, and getting a little venting done before I'm forced into labor by my mother.

~Jink the mentally abused