Friday, February 27, 2004

Whenever I'm alone... 

It was a hard night last night.

Well, bad news first, for me anyway, Drummer Boy didn't call. I'm really sick of waiting for his ass, so I don't think I will anymore.

I hung out with my sister last night. We walked along the river and watched Requiem for a Dream. I cried, of course, I should have known better. Especially when I was going home to an empty house.

So when I got home, I cried and cried and cried. Shh, don't tell anyone. My sister called and right after I got off the phone with her my mom called. She said she had a feeling I wasn't happy. My mom is so sweet. We talked for awhile.

I smoked. Because that seems to be what I do. I thought about a lot of stuff from a different angle and had a couple of realizations. I don't want anyone to be able to hurt me. But I don't want to be heartless. I'm still no closer to figuring out the balance, but I have a few more things to consider.

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