laurenrocks's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- we can live another day my sister is apparently sinking further into depression as she called me today while i was at work to tell me how she got fired from her job. fired. after just signing a lease for an apartment with her boyfriend, who also just got fired from his job. she wants to break up with him, and for good this time. YAY. he's an asshole and not worthy of my sister AT ALL. she wants to move to arlington with me and get an apartment. i'll be hopefully transfering to the arlington store so i don't have to quit my job and find a new one, and i'll be moving into a dorm or some sort of living arrangement in january. if possible, kelly could stay with me until her lease is up. i don't know anything yet since i haven't been accepted to UTA yet. but i got a letter from them telling me that they got my application and are doing whatever they do to applications, and a letter letting me know which college courses that i've taken have transfered and which ones didn't. so yay. i like getting mail from UTA. it's reassuring. it's letting me know that they haven't forgotten about me. oh, and last night kelly took a bunch of pills just "to see what would happen." what happened was she threw them up. good. that's fucking scary, she better not do that shit again. then again, when i was having a breakdown at the party on saturday night, i told brian that i wanted to drink so much that i had to be taken to the hospital. this didn't happen, but it's along the same lines as taking too many pills. kelly and i are falling downward at about the same rate. hopefully together we can get back up. she's been to the doctor and had her dosage adjusted. i need to visit the doctor so i can start getting medicated. i'm crocheting a badass scarf with rainbow coloured yarn. it's going to rock your socks off. 11:44 p.m. - 11.10.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- imagine that last night i cried. i screamed. i clenched my fists and pounded on the concrete. then i got drunk. now i feel better. 1:46 p.m. - 11.09.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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