This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

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Wednesday, June 30, 2004



I wake up the same way every morning, shaken, scared even, of what i don't know, or remember. It could be from the constant nightmares that plague me in my sleep. I don't remember them though, i think i have learned how to blank out my dreams, since they are always so bad.



I roll off the couch, wander out front in nothing but a pair of boxershorts. Have a cig, smoke a bong load. Then wander back inside, slap my lil bro who is usually playing war craft 3 on the other computer. Sit down on the couch, watch some dawson's creek repeats on TBS.



I get up to use the washroom, return to my seat on the couch, i reluctantly call Raymi to see how her night sleep was, i feel strange not having anyone to sleep with. i love waking up next to someone i love. I think i should get myself a teddy bear to hug at night, when no one is here to keep me company.

The day continues with me babysitting my younger bro, making him lunch, playing games with him on the X-Box, poisoning his mind with my psycho-babble. I think he looks up to me, and i really get flattered by that. It makes me want to be a better person, knowing that i am shaping and molding the mind of a impressionable youth. I want to be a best friend to him. i want him to know that i will always be here for him, no matter what is going on in his life, Angelo will be there to talk and to listen to what ever he might say. Its a shame he cant read this site, i really want him to know all this stuff, its much easier to type then it is to say.



killed softly at 6/30/2004 10:25:00 AM
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