July 20, 2004

• In a couple few months I will have been a xanagon or whatever for a year. That just seems like a long time. Wow.

  
  

  I figured out the Bolt note thing…yay…

  
  

  Okay. So I cleaned the kitchen yesterday. It looked so nice. And now guess what. It’s as messy as it was before. That’s crap. But whatever.

  
  

  Okay. So, my mom was using my bank account to pay for her AOL. So I went to the bank yesterday cuz I was $60 in the hole in my checking account. So they took my money back from AOL and said it was an unauthorized transfer and they gave me my money back from overdraft charges. And I closed that account and opened a new one. So yay. That was nice. And Beth works at the bank, so I talked to her for like half an hour. Beth is one of my mom’s ex-friends. She’s an ex-friend cuz she found out how my mom really is so she doesn’t talk to her anymore. And all we talked about yesterday was my mom. About how evil she is and everything. And I told her about Dennis and everything. Then I told her she should get back to work and everything and I left. And what the fucking hell. My mom is getting her mail sent to my PO box. I wish I could just not give her her mail, but it’s a federal offense and all. Dumb bitch. She has notes on her front door and stuff saying that she’s moved. Ummmm nooooooo she hasn’t. I wonder why she did that….hmmmm……

  
  

  I found something out: When I don’t wear makeup, I break out. wtf is that all about? So now I gotta put on foundation even if I don’t go anywhere. That’s bullshit. But whatever.

  
  

   

  
  

  I See

  
  

  i see your bruises
  why do you try to hide them?
  i see your tears
  why do you wipe them away?
  i see your pain
  why do you hide behind this mask?
  i can see through you
  why do you pretend?

  
  

  i see how the stars twinkle
  do you?
  i see the beauty in the sunset
  do you?
  i see the miracle of life
  do you?
  i see the rainbow through the rain
  do you?

  
  

   

  
  

  Can you make the connection in that poem? I can.

  
  

   

  
  

  The Colors of the Rainbow

  
  

  i can see the colors of the rainbow
  can you?
  red, as the blood that flows out your wounds
  orange, as the fruit you eat
  yellow, as the color of the sun that blinds you
  green, as the grass you lay on
  blue, as the color of your hollow eyes
  violet, as the endless twilight sky you stare into
  i can see the colors of the rainbow
  can you?

  
  

   

  
  

  I’m not sure that poem works, but whatever.

  • 12:38 pm
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