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26 year-old male from Pot U.S.A.
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Journal EntryHoly Shit.
My life is, or so it feels some days, crumbling around my head and we have a fucking blizzard. Yesterday we had 5-8 inches of snow.
Sorry I’ve been out of touch for so long. I’ve been overwhelmed and overworked and overtired. I’ve not written. I’ve been discouraged and depressed and tired. I haven’t stitched. I go to work. I come home, deal with roommates, get ready for the next day. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Did I mention I’m tired?
So. Where to begin?
The weekend before Christmas, the female roommate, Tera, decided she was going to run away. She climbed out her second story window and jumped off the porch roof, went across the street and caught a ride to a volleyball game with one of the neighbors. She has a broken ankle, including the growth plate. The x-rays seem to indicate that the growth plate has been healing and she hasn’t had to have surgery. Next week she is suppose to get a walking cast.
For what its worth, and for the record, Tera told the Husband, that she didn’t jump from the porch roof. She says she slid off the side, hung for awhile and then dropped. I tell you that because it makes me feel a little better because it sounds a little less suicidal than that she took a dive off the porch roof.
She was mad at me. I’m not entirely what the cause of her anger is; Whether it’s teen-aged angst, or adoption issues or frustration about her learning problems and difficulties at school. She’s become increasingly out of control; screams and yells at the Husband and me. She calls me names. She lies all the time. We’ve got her in counseling. I’ve gone with her some, but it’s for her, so I’ve not gone much. It seems to be helping.
Apparently she’s been hitting Brad simply because she could. The week before she jumped from the roof, I was in my room getting ready for work. I could hear Brad in his room playing and talking to himself. I didn’t hear her in the room, but I heard the slap. Brad cried and said she’d slapped him. Sometimes he’d say she hit him. Other times he’d not say anything, he’d just cry but she’d have some plausible explanation for the tears.
Yeah. We don’t let them be along together anymore. And honestly, all he wants is for her to be nice to him.
So I've got that going on with the drama in my house. Why can't people who know they shouldn't be together know it and break it off. oh well. life sucks then you die.
That is quite enough for now.
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January 29th, 1987 | | FUCKER'S... | | | Music |
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