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Sunday, October 3, 2004


each day you bring me closer to going nowhere, i'm sleep walking, i'm sleep singing
i'm slowly rotting out my teeth with a bag of jumbo marshmellows. yummm

my mother just got home from chicago like..10 minutes ago. she brought us back some stuff. she got my sis a sweatshirt that looks really comfortable and she got me this little zip up jacket with a hood that says chicago on it. i don't like it as much as my sis's sweatshirt, but its comfy and the hood is nice.
for some reason when my mother came home, i wasn't happy. i wasn't enthusiastic to see her, unlike my sister who was rambling on and on about stuff. i kind of spaced out and almost cried. i wasn't happy to see my own mother. i was just neutral....
i feel so sorry for her though. she's been through all this shit that she doesn't deserve. but she still puts a smile on her face and isn't in a constant state of depression. maybe its my sister and i that keep her happy looking. i don't know.
i sometimes wonder if she cries herself to sleep at night.

everything is so fucked up at our house. i can't wait to leave this hell hole. but i don't want to leave my mother with my father, and visa versa. they don't love eachother, and they'll only make eachother sad and angry. they need a divorce, but of course my dad would never let that happen. he likes to think that he's too good for that. a divorce would be most appreciated by everyone, that's for sure.
ergh, i don't know why i wrote that. somehow, i feel as though i can trust all of u more than my own friends. none of my friends know about the constant hell i go through. i'll probably never tell them. they wouldn't understand really. and i'd hate to cry infront of any of them. so i tell it to you all. cuz if i cry, you'll never see a tear. i appreciate all of you, especially christina, c.b., and elena tsukashi. u guys are bitchin'

well, school tomorrow. yippee. i get to see the hot guy. i get to admire him but never speak to him.
u guys and my sister keep coaxing me into talking to him. you all make it sound so easy, just walk up to him and start a conversation. but its so hard. what would i say? he doesn't know me. he'd probably raise and eyebrow and think im completely out of my head speaking to him.
so i'll never speak to him, unless the chance somehow arises. like if he speaks to me, or if he asks me the time or something.
so, ch'yeah
thats all.

ciao mon petit buritos.

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