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Wednesday, May 17, 2006


Guess who's baaaack?!?!
Yep, it's me, Lauren. Didja miss me? No, it's okay, ya shouldn't anyway.
Well, where should I start? Um...I kinda...changed, well, that's how my brother put it. I do know that I don't talk as much as before, though. I dunno, I guess I'm sick and tired of my father.
But I feel a little better,weak and dizzy, but better, even though I wasn't supposed to go home until Saturday morning...we couldn't pay so I couldn't stay.
Yeah, and it was my father who did it...but I can't tell anyone...he said he'd hurt me more often if I did.
And he's not going to jail because we have no proof that he did it, and he was already tried for murder, so by law of double jepordy...he cannot be tried and he's a free man.
I didn't go to school today though, I can't take a shower because of the stitches and the medicine makes me smell bad...like a dying person eating soap and listerine...and lemons.
I know, I'm weird.
And...well, I'd really like to know what he hit me with that night...I mean it didn't feel like a whip, although it made marks like one...but it was like..stabbing and then shredding. Well, whatever it was, it hurt like hell. It was so bad that I just wanted to die than live through all that again. But he also told me to keep quiet about everything...or else he'd start hurting my brother, but now I'm afraid to go to sleep. I've become the lightest sleeper...and it sucks.
And there's a crisis about grafiti down by the docks that I wanna look into also, but I really can't move, let alone rebel and do work.
And thank you to all those who commented and who were worried, it made me feel better. You guys are definetly my best friends. ^_^
I guess I'll be back to my normal self by Friday, cuz the doctor says I'm in "shock" and might develop some ADD. Well, ADD MY ASS. lol, I already have it!
Well, fuck, they're dumbasses. But it feels good not to be hooked to like 10 different machines at once.
Hn, my brother tried to get me to drink caffiene today cuz the doctor said I'll get some "strength" and all we have is Coca Cola...and I was like no way in hell am I drinking this! It hurt my friend! EDDDDDD!!! NOOOO! But my brother insisted...so I thew like the whole box out the window...it hit some Mexican guy on the foot. Then he yelled at me in Spanish...and took the Coke home with him. lol.
Well, I hate talking about myself...it's all like "blah, blah, blah, my needs". So how are you guys doing?

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