Please Help
I really don’t like doing this, but I don’t know what else to do.
This is a copy of the bill for my father’s trip to the hospital, shortly after my mother died last April. We’ve tried working with the company to mete out a payment schedule, but due to our financial circumstances, they’re being difficult allowing us to do anything other than pay the full amount.
We don’t have $504.72 to give. We barely have enough to pay for necessities like water and electricity.
So I’m opening commissions, and I desperately need takers. I’m selling colour sketches for $10 (which means I need to sell 51 to cover the cost of the ambulance). Please, if you can spare the $10, my family will be so grateful and you’ll be doing us a great service.
My paypal is neomalindley@gmail.com.
dead dad,
today you yelled at me, because my room wasn’t clean. May I remind you, that 7 girls in athletics got suspended for drinking at a party. Do I go get drunk at partys? Do I ever even go to parties? No. At the bball game, I heard a girl telling her friend that she wanted to get f’ up. She wanted to go smoke and steal beer. Do I do that? No. Do I use foul language? No. Do I steal cigareets like my cousins? No.
See dad there are way worst stuff I could be doing. Sorry I disappointed you because I had clothes on the floor and my trash can was overflowing.
A clean bill of health
The doctor said I am good to go! I would LOVE to go to school tomorrow. But Daddy refuses. At least that will give me the weekend to prepare. My arm still has some marks, but I think they will fade with time, hopefully.
Kimon’s mostly fine. Though his eye is… Well Uncle Moros was there and told him he could borrow one of Leto’s eye coverings. I don’t think he will though. In fact he took the patch off in the car. Those scars are never going to heal… I wonder if he even wants them too.
He’s still not talking to me. Its a bit depressing… But, I’m not going to let this end on a bad note. I refuse to. If my arm can heal, then so can our hearts right?
hahhaah not.. probably.. is confirm….hahah she make.. me flip over my 1000+ pics… too D: lol /run and hide……*dont let her see this* 8D
pfft!!! only 1000+ pics.. i got 3333 pics of Jung Heechul..asking me to choose 6 out of 3333 is… *dies*
The Demon Separation
Sometimes the ones we love can also be the ones who hurt us the most. I wrote this poem because, I truthfully have separation issues. I assume its because my dad left me and my siblings when my sister was around two and my oldest brother five and I four. My mom has never fully committed herself to raising us and it was my aunts and grandma’s who have sheltered and cared for us all our lives. Today we are doing well even with the addition to two more brothers to our family, but in all honesty, certain situations have caused me to never be there to watch them grow up. Lately my family has encountered conflicts that have caused them to separate terminally, and I fear that I will never be able to see the united family I once knew was like. And unfortunately this has transferred to to my relationship with befriending people. I became misguided to believe that by getting close to them, they to will leave me, because lets face it friends aren’t forever, and I hate it! Over the past year I let two people into my heart and now that high school is over I fear that they to will leave and we will never again be together. As the poem will soon reveal they are “victims to my heartbreak.”
The ones I love mean everything to me,
They shine the light on the darkness in my life.
And they are my salvation.
However, the light they cast brings with it a shadow
That clouds my hopes and feels me with sorrow and,
A sense of grief that intoxicates the thoughts of what
Once was joyous and resplendent.
I breathlessly search for another outlet
That can brake the bonds arresting me to the shadows
That hungrily seek to kill what little hope I have desperately clung to.
However, the escape I choose is only a temporary band-aid
And after awhile, I’m back to where I once was.
Blind and hurt even more by the love I feel towards the ones
I deeply cherish in my heart, because the simple thought of
Separation carries with it a murderous trait that threatens to
Suffocate any means of comfort I feel towards my Friends,
Family, Brothers, Sister, Mother, Father, Dreams, Loves etc.
Anything possible that can give me closer becomes the reasons why
There are tears in my eyes and another weapon in my hand…
I want to end it all because Separation is the demon that severs
The links with-in my family and divides them eternally.
The bonds between the love I have for my family is both a blessing
and a curse.
For with it I have a temple of unyielding support and compassion,
However it is also the reason why I cry myself to sleep and seek
Some type of relief in my comrades, like Keanu and Delrae…
But lately Separation has somehow made them victims to my heartbreak.
