Journal Entry 29
-Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
The mom started going through my suitcase again. I kept hoping that she’d find my tampons, and then do something that would get me out of here today. The shower isn’t clogged anymore, but it’s still disgusting, and the water is still nasty. If I could get out of here fast, maybe I could focus on doing something other than bitching and moaning. And now the music is back. I can feel it, and hear it, and even Metallica can’t drown it out. There doesn’t seem to be much left for me to do. All of the clothes from the laundry basket are spread across the floor again. At least I finally have new sheets on my bed, and a new “blanket” which is just a second sheet again. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: birthday party, birthdays, candy, carol, Changuinola, clean bathrooms, cousins, heaven, Hell, i want to stay, jesus, Minions, Nataly
Journal Entry 25
-I’m an angel, honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo straight!
Today came with a pleasant surprise. We were allowed to wear jeans and other shoes to school. I don’t exactly know why, but I was pretty glad. I chose to wear my (Maddy’s) boots, which I oh so dearly love, and with no amount of sarcasm. Don’t worry Maddy, I love you more! We had to wear the same white blouse thing as normal, but mine are all ridiculously big. So I borrowed one of Nataly’s. My skirts are also way way to big, even though they almost fit me when I first got them. I have to wear my belt with both of my shorts, and my clingy shirts aren’t so clingy anymore. It’s kinda nice. I actually fit into my clothes now. I also managed to sleep last night. Which was absolutely lovely. Not that it did much for my sanity… Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: bird and the bee, brothers k, carol, chocolate, distractions, elizabeth, hand sanitizer, jeans, missing chocolate, money, Nataly, nook, plot twists, sanity (or lack thereof), sleep, speech, touch screens, untouchable, water, where the f*** are my parents?