Glass girl (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} glass_girl) wrote,@ 2005-04-14 21:35:00 |
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I am alone in the dark
The people near me are concerned only with themselves or they are emotionaly inatiquate
My great aunt is dieing of liver canser. She is losing her mind so fast that in two days she is estimated to not even remember who I am. In one week she should be dead.
This I was told while I was at work. While a dirty drunk asked me to reduce the price on a pair of pants and my dock man sat on his but smoking a ciggarette, that I can't have, while I move a sleeper sofa, I here the voice on the phone say, "hospas has moved into her house and she has one week too live at most."
I felt like upchucking all over the drunk mans shoes before he could do it for himself later. I felt like bitch slapping that damn cigerette out of my dock mans' lazy ass mouth and taking a big long drag before telling him he was worthless and firing him.
My sister only wants to talk about how scared everyone is that she might have canser and how much better she knew me aunt that anyone else, and my Dads' girlfriend ranks higher to him then a conversation with me.
And David is asleep.
I feel like thrusting my head through this computer and watching the techno color sparks fly
I feel like lying in the middle of my codusac for the night
I feel like nothing
I feel like everything
I keep thinking "what if my grandma forgets who I am, what is my Grampa does"
I feel like taking a pencil and eraseing myself
I need and acme hole
The people near me are concerned only with themselves or they are emotionaly inatiquate
My great aunt is dieing of liver canser. She is losing her mind so fast that in two days she is estimated to not even remember who I am. In one week she should be dead.
This I was told while I was at work. While a dirty drunk asked me to reduce the price on a pair of pants and my dock man sat on his but smoking a ciggarette, that I can't have, while I move a sleeper sofa, I here the voice on the phone say, "hospas has moved into her house and she has one week too live at most."
I felt like upchucking all over the drunk mans shoes before he could do it for himself later. I felt like bitch slapping that damn cigerette out of my dock mans' lazy ass mouth and taking a big long drag before telling him he was worthless and firing him.
My sister only wants to talk about how scared everyone is that she might have canser and how much better she knew me aunt that anyone else, and my Dads' girlfriend ranks higher to him then a conversation with me.
And David is asleep.
I feel like thrusting my head through this computer and watching the techno color sparks fly
I feel like lying in the middle of my codusac for the night
I feel like nothing
I feel like everything
I keep thinking "what if my grandma forgets who I am, what is my Grampa does"
I feel like taking a pencil and eraseing myself
I need and acme hole
