My dickhead parents who I hate have cut me off from the computer so I cannot even keep up on what is going on here.
I would love to be all buddist about the situation and pretend I forgave or forgot but I don't forgt and they don't even feel remorse or pretend to. Can you fake remorse for me please jesus??? I would buy into it. I shit you not. I would love to think that they felt bad.
I am not hitting spell check so don't mind the frequent typos please. Anyway waht the hell was my poiny??? poiny??? fuck 2x point?
Well the point was I love you guys even when you hate each other because we share this wierd experience that ony we know and will ever know. I miss this place even the rabid fights because we all know that fucking thing that happened I am buggin everytime someone passses by me because I am afraid they will read my words. Because I could never explain to them that place so I stopped trying years ago.
I have not forgotten. Not out of any great civic need either but because I can't. It sucks. I still dream about it. Not nightmares but regular dreams, where I am living the life. Sometimes I am doing things the way I think I should of sometimes the whole group is coming down on me.
Worst of all sometimes I miss them and then I really feel sick,
like an abused woman going back to her abuser, for a routine for a schedule, for an identity.
Remember, even if we agree about nothing we are on the same side when "THEY" come a callin
love love love kady ::heart::
Men had better be without education than be educated by their rulers.
--Thomas Hodgskin