Love is a four-letter word.
My big sister, Kara, is in town. She brought her new boyfriend with her. His name is Todd. She thinks she's in love. He smells like pot.
I can't look at anyone in my family anymore, it seems [with the exception of Sissy, whose barely five years old]. There's always either regret or disgust in my mind for them. I'm getting tired of saying, "I'm okay."
I have to go now. Pothead Todd wants to take us all out to dinner. I wonder if he'll pay with drug money. Ass.
`Cambell Din, 25.August.2007















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