7/22/05
I'm writing this moments after writing yesterday's entry.
Funny that moving away from New Jersey, running away as my sister would've put it, was like a kinder form of suicide. Slowly becoming more and more distant until shotgun mouthwash and burial in a pauper's grave where I'm only listed as a number rather than a human being.
I'm writing this moments after writing yesterday's entry.
Funny that moving away from New Jersey, running away as my sister would've put it, was like a kinder form of suicide. Slowly becoming more and more distant until shotgun mouthwash and burial in a pauper's grave where I'm only listed as a number rather than a human being.
and it goes on
My mother wrote that my father has a serious infection that could spread to his organs and be potentially fatal. The email I received read pretty much like his obituary before the fact. I was angry and sad. Now I just have a lingering concern about the situation. I dislike feeling that I can not do a thing.
