no [turning back] no [moving forward]

[Saint Harrow]

December 10, 2007

Belinda had another heart attack last night. She was released from the hospital by this morning, but she still won't get out of bed. I don't know why I bother trying to take care of her. She's never going to die. Just going to keep living on in agony for the rest of her days. If it wasn't so ironic, I'd find it depressing. And if it wasn't so depressing, I'd find it amusing. Whatever. Not like I need her anymore. Turned nineteen today. I should probably work on getting my own place, but I won't. And who cares if I'm nineteen or not anyways? I'm still the one who looses his temper and changes the most. It sucks. Especially when we're running and Will looks into my mind. I can feel him. Seeing what I see, feeling what I feel, knowing what I did. And they both feel sorry for me. They shouldn't. I don't need anyone's pity. But I do pity them for having to live with me.

Saint

[Saint Harrow]

December 20, 2007

Houston, we have another problem, in a series of problems that have come together to create my life. I think I'm falling in love. I just don't know who I'm falling in love with.

Crappy, aint it?

Saint