Another week, I feel sick. My father went to his friends funeral, so I spent the week alone. I mainly stayed up at all hours in the morning and didn't bother to sleep. Nicole told me I shouldn't do it to myself, but I didn't want to tell her why I did it. Not going to tell you now either. (HI NICOLE!!) My sister went to hospital. Complications with her lap-band. My mother didn't have the guts to tell me until I called my brother-in-law. After finding out from him, she decides to call me and says "Yeah, she's in hospital." And when she finds out my sister is fine after the operation, SHE DIDN'T CALL ME AGAIN!!!
An old friend of mine died this week. Someone I hadn't spoken to in almost 10 years. I didn't even know he was in jail. I had to find out from his sister, who I had a serious past with. She told me it was a drug overdose, and I was silent. She then asked me how I was, and we spoke for a while. I wish I didn't get this news. No news is good news. The only reason I kept her added was because I felt bad she fell for someone who never loved her back, i.e. me. She was a year younger, around the same time I started to drift away from her brother. She said she loved me, a simple glass, but I could only see her as a sister. I grew up with her around me, and after her family disowned her and her brother for someshit, she was my only connection to the past, and I hers.
I...I actually don't feel to good right now. I need something to do with my life, and I can't even write a god damn novel for christ sake. I have been your Angel for this evening.
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