October 13th [:] The birthday of Andrea and my mother.


Days have been kind of blurred into one lasting feeling with no distinguishable traits to be foundan endless circle of Ursula and Andrea crying and Melissa and I yearning for everything and nothing. It's thursday again.

It was my mother's birthday yesterday, and I wasn't there. My dad got into a car accident again, and I wasn't there.

I have been talking to my dad a lot lately, mostly about money and the lack of it, and all other things relating to that. My parents are paying for everything, and I feel so guilty. I really want a job. Paying for my own food, clothes, and laundry would be help, even only a little. I hate asking them for money. My parents work too damn hard.

Skipping on.

Like I said, tonight is Thursday. Thirsty Thursday. Again. Melissa's best friend, Jill, flew in today so a bunch of us are getting together and going to popscene in a drunken stupor. Rerun. It'll be thrilling I am sure. I am so tired. It seems like I never sleep. It's in the horizon.

Everything is perfect.