| - 2 + 2 = 5 - I wish I had a good reason for being away for so long. If I can, without crying, i beg you to let me unravel the tale of my dissapearance.
It all began the day after my last post. My cat, Stalin, entered my room and ate the dead rose my ex-boyfriend gave to me. I was mortally depressed. After 3 weeks of shutting myself away from this cruel world, I put Stalin out in the yard for his punishment. Needless to say, since the Fates so cruelly smile on me, he jumped the fence and was run over by my step-mother's new boyfriend.
Then before I could retreat into the dreary calmness of my cell (bedroom), me step-mother grabbed my arm and drug me to her therapist. He decided it would be best if I was under constant observation. Just what I have always wanted. People I dont know who think I am mentally ill, watching, no staring at me from behind that wired glass. They put me on enough "happy pills" that even if I wanted to I could not cry. This has come to destroy my inner child.
Anyways, after pretending to be normal the doctor has released me, and now here I sit once again, alone sad, and full of tears I cant cry, in front of this. My only link to people who pretend to care. |
