Life?

Do you know how many of my friends are online at one a.m.?

None of them.

Those bastards. I'm all 'blah I hate shit' and stuff. And nostalgic. I wanna tell all the stories.

Remember the time Lisa threw the apple?

Remember when we played the game of Risk that lasted eight days only to have Evan freak out 'cause he lost and flip the board into the lake?

Remember when I sucked at pool? Numerous times?

Remember when I threatened to kill you all? Numerous times?

And how about the first day[s] of school? And moving to a new town[s]? Births, deaths, weddings, funerals, yelling, crying, laughing, crying and forgetting what happened because we weren't exactly sober?

Why does it feel like my life is ending?

Sister

Alright, it's good to know this.

Aopparently, it's not very nice to respond 'don't make me choke a bitch' when you sister tells you she may or may not have stolen some stuff out of your room when you were half-sleeping, half-passed out at seven this morning.

Sheesh.