May 2012
4 posts
May 16th, 2012;
I’m so rude, even in my dreams. I dreamed that I hung out with mom (?), brother, my cousin, and my aunt. Apparently, my aunt and I were fucking fantastic buddies. Anyways, it was assumed that my uncle was dead, what the hell is wrong with me. And we ate at my favorite restaurant, which was literally someplace that I don’t recognize, but anyways, we walked there, and passed by a bus...
May 18th, 2011;
The dream ends. That’s always what Graduation Day meant to me. It wasn’t very fancy, or such. A pretty bad day, you could argue. I got out of 6th period Economics, with Ms. Monosso, who people made fun of for her manliness, me included.
I got picked up by my mom who was crazy busy that day, with, I don’t remember what. So we got home, and I had to make something to eat...
April 26th, 2011;
It’s been about 13 months since that day last year that I wanted to kill myself. I cried in front of my own mother. I would assume it’s usually safe and comforting to cry in front of such a trusted person, but no. It was shameful, and I was terribly embarrassed. Embarrassed. I guess its understandable for her not to want to see my crying. She didn’t raise me that way, she must have...
May 10th, 2009;
When my dad passed away, our culture said to mourn him for 49 days. The 49th day fell on Mother’s day. That morning, I had a dream, that my dad was picking me up from school, and it must have been somewhere during the latter half of the year, since the sun was already setting, and it barely hit 4 pm or so. The sun was shining directly in my face, so much that when I turned to face my dad,...