imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Phone Call Phone CallI'm sitting here talking to Babs on the phone. I hate it. I don't want to listen to her ramble at length about all the "important" events of the past several days of her life. I'm sick of hearing about all the men that are fighting for her. I'm sick of all the triviality of it. I fucking hate that I could sit here and sob and she wouldn't even notice. I'm hot and frustrated. It sucks. I cannot stand this perpetual humidity. I hate it with a passion. I miss a lot of things. I can't help missing them. I miss my independence. I miss living by myself. I miss not having to come home just so my parents don't worry. Strangely enough, I recently realized I miss sleeping naked. Honestly. I do. I fucking slept naked all the time until I was about 14. Then I decided it was indecent or something. And now I haven't since the last time I spent an entire night with RS. That's a whole other depressing tangent. The point is, I can't here. It's not like I have an actual room with a door that I can close, so I guess I just have to do the proper daughter thing. I fucking hate all of this. It's been a damn week and it's already getting to me. I just want to go somewhere quiet and be alone. I can't even get a fucking job, which would be a welcome vacation. Gah. I'm depressing myself even more. I need to stop before I become suicidal. I have to find a way to get off the phone as well. 7:53 p.m. - May 22, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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