Current mood:

alone

well, this entry has to come sooner or later, and now is as good a time as any, seeing as how there is no room for me in the living room.

my mother is dead. she went into the hospital sunday before last after collapsing at home. she was diagnosed with internal bleeding and organ failure, and the last week and a half has been spent keeping her comfortable. the official cause of death was heart failure.

now my brother is here, and between him and my father i think i may go crazy.



and i feel terrible becuase i am already planning on exploiting this situation with my pen.


i don't actually know what to say now that i am here. most of what i want to write is held up by said planned exploitations, and as such, is off limits for this text box. the rest is just jumbled up and i am too fatigued to pull it out and put it together.




i want to give myself a tattoo.