dear towing the line diary,
love isn't always on time. i need to take a bath again. i have the little sandcastles growing on top of my head again, but the only thing stopping me is the presence of the unibomber in the basement. i don't want an audience for the heavy duty head scrub today. being with someone for so long isn't really all that it's cracked up to be. i knew this quite some time back, but i think he is just realizing it about now. i quit participating fully in our shared life about, oh i dunno, six years ago maybe, and i try to engage in friendly times with my family, but let's be honest, we all hate each other. we all love each other, but we all hate each other. nobody listens to anyone, we all do our own thing, and if i turned up missing- you wouldn't see the unibomber on nancy grace crying. what keeps this family together is strange and hard to figure out. sometimes there is so much pain- it does no good to shout. i think that is what keeps me from being normal and having clean hair everyday- that feeling of worthlessness that gets in my way. i always check for head lice while picking through the sandcastles in my hair, and while i have never found any- you never do know what may be living there.
love isn't always on time. i need to take a bath again. i have the little sandcastles growing on top of my head again, but the only thing stopping me is the presence of the unibomber in the basement. i don't want an audience for the heavy duty head scrub today. being with someone for so long isn't really all that it's cracked up to be. i knew this quite some time back, but i think he is just realizing it about now. i quit participating fully in our shared life about, oh i dunno, six years ago maybe, and i try to engage in friendly times with my family, but let's be honest, we all hate each other. we all love each other, but we all hate each other. nobody listens to anyone, we all do our own thing, and if i turned up missing- you wouldn't see the unibomber on nancy grace crying. what keeps this family together is strange and hard to figure out. sometimes there is so much pain- it does no good to shout. i think that is what keeps me from being normal and having clean hair everyday- that feeling of worthlessness that gets in my way. i always check for head lice while picking through the sandcastles in my hair, and while i have never found any- you never do know what may be living there.
