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[Friday
December 22nd, 2006 at 4:40pm] |
Journal, I feel doomed. I should be getting ready for college. Instead, I'm in my mother's psychiatrist's house, lying on a used twin bed with pee stains on it. How did my life take such a dismal turn? What did I do wrong along the way? I turn 15 today. My parents used to make such a big deal out of my birthdays, out of all the holidays. I want it to be like it used to be; when I had a family that tried to love each other, where nobody thought that God was talking through their shit. I want a curfew, I want to be grounded for sleeping with a 35 year old schizophrenic. I want rules and boundaries because what I've learned is that without them all life is is a series of surprises.
-Running With Scissors
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