Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
by
Dylan
It's my birthday in four days, and every day I care a little less. It's not enough to help me escape anything. I slept two hours last night. I don't want to go to school. I don't want to talk to anyone. I have another hole in the wall. I want to literally kill my dad and Rebecca. No one can help me with any of this. I don't think I'm going to make it through the winter.
1 comments:
Hey man cheer up, I'll help you enjoy your birthday. We could go to McDonald's? We'll play in the playplace if you want? How about Chuckie Cheese? It'll be fun.
But in all seriousness try to enjoy right now. Even if it's hard. I know you said no one can help you, but if you need anything I'll be happy to help you out.
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