Yes, that's right. I'm back and you're all in trouble...
Well, I didn't get to do anything I wanted to. No local shows, no Alamo, no resturant in spinny building, no sky scraper elevators, no sleep. Nothing.
And today we went to go get my brother (don't ask, it's a long story) and his birthday is the 6th, so my grandmother got him one of those god forsaken air soft guns. Well, I told him not to, but he shot me. I have a low tolerance of pain, first off, but also I was just looking for an excuse to get all emotional on everyone. I came in the house and yelled loud at my mother and grandmother and didn't feel bad about it. Then I cried. Then I decided not to talk to anyone for a while, then I cried again. I can't fight without crying. Even when I fight with Casey and I'm winning, I cry. One time my mom got tired of him picking on me (even though I'm older) and she took him outside and pinned him down and made me hit him. And I wouldn't do it and I cried. And I got yelled at and finally did it, and I cried even harder. I hate myself.
I got home and called Carson and we left and walked, and then we went to his house and he showed me this nice indie artist: Jack Johnson. Now I'm talking to friends and I'm pretty okay.
I'll update the personal one too.
I love my friends...
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posted by: mikka (reply)
post date: 06.04.04 (5:42 am)
Oh, Codie... ::sigh:: I wish there was something I could do... I absoloutely hate it when my friends are upset. I love you so so so much. I'll come and kidnap Casey and drag him off to some deserted desert island if you want me to. Codie, I really hope everything'll be okay. I love you.