First off, things are going to be listed from not so bad to worst. If you want to read the bad stuff, skip the first paragraph or two. For school, my twin brother and I must get up at 4:45 A.M to catch the bus, which has been combined to transport the middle schoolers as well. My friends at school don't really like me. I have two friends and they are Megan and Eric. Eric is an over-all good guy. Megan will be my friend as long as we're not around other people. If we're near her other friends, she'll blow me off until we can be alone. That's not so bad because I wouldn't want to admit to being my friend, so why the heck would anyone else? On the news yesterday, there was something on banning gay marriage and that made me angry. The way I see it is that we are entitled to live, love and the pursuit of happiness, correct? So why should they not be allowed to get married if that's what makes said people happy? Dana started yelling at me twelve hours after said statement had been made. He started saying 'f**' (which I don't really like) and saying it's wrong and that I should read the Bible. He won't even let me express my opinions, be in on gay marriage or what murder is. My Uncle Duane, the only one that really likes me and that I feel close to, went missing for three weeks. He took his car and wallet, nothing else. He drove a long ways away and tried to commit suicide from pills and vodka. When my uncle awoke the next morning, he decided to try and throw himself off of a bridge. Uncle Duane couldn't do it, so he'd thought about swimming into the middle of a lake and drowning himself. He ran out of gas before he could get to a bridge. So then he walked for eighteen miles to a Wal*Mart and lived there for a long time. The security cameras in Wal*Mart saw him trying to take money out of his account from an ATM machine in the store. He was then taken to my aunt's house. Apparently, the IRS screwed him over and he kept getting deeper and deeper in debt. Everything was over his head and he didn't feel any reason to live. When Uncle Duane lived with Grandpa to take care of him, he said he had a reason to live. Now he's just an empty shell. Mom says that he's just tired. She also doesn't think he's going to try anything again since now he's been reminded how much everyone loves him. However, I'm still scared.
Kiwisticks · Mon Sep 03, 2007 @ 03:25am · 0 Comments |