bucketfuls of bollocks

[sebastian simmons]

Mood? Who knows anymore
Listening to? The Phantom Agony - Epica

Why am I writing in this thing? God, maybe Joe's right and I am part fag.

Speaking of Joe. The past few days have been crazy. I showed up at the guy's house, he was coming down from a binge and not in the mood. But, of course, I came. Learned a few new things. Stopped him from offing himself. Twice.

And does he understand anything? No. I even told him some reality, got nothing in return.

Seriously...Joe is an ass. Yet I'm still not sick of him.

I might be masochistic.

[sebastian simmons]

Mood? Stressed.
Listening to? The sound of two sleeping people breathing.

Hello, thing I forgot about. Too much has happened over the past while. Want a list? Wonderful.

- I met new people. Mostly good.
- I made a new best friend. Corey. I even told him about my dad.
- I got to know Kjara a bit better.
- Joe and I spent time together and I remembered why I like the guy.
- He found out about my brother.
- I went swimming. A lot.
- Kjara got sick.
- I got a broken back.
- I saved Corey from Ezra.
- I played Chicken with Corey, Parker, and Kaden. That was a lot of fun.
- I spent an entire night in the lake.
- I haven't slept for three days.

The major points were probably befriending Corey, telling Joe about my brother, and Kjara getting sick (which indirectly resulted in my broken back).

Corey was a new kid, and I took a liking to him. Sort of quiet, with a stutter that went away when you got to know him. I seem to have taken a 'big brother' sort of role, but I like it. We talk a lot, in his mind and in real life, and he got me into swimming. Ezra at some point started torturing the kid, with Daileh watching and laughing, and it was me to the rescue. Corey was terrified, it was a pretty scary sight. I was worried about him, y'know?

Then the thing with Kjara. I don't know how, but she got sick, and it was kind of weird. She's never cold, you know, but she actually was. It was awkward, because I was trying to warm her up, and there was Daryl standing there watching, so he seemed just plain pissed off. She got a fever and stuff, and the rest, as they say, is history. The broken back occurred when she tried to escape, went on the roof, jumped as I was leaning out, and boom. Daryl saved her, at least. When I get it checked out, I learned that it was definitely broken, but I'm going to let it heal on its own. Surgery annoys me.

And as for Joe, well, it went sort of like this. He got me pissed off, I started choking him, I spared him, he got pissed too, and then we started laughing. It turned into an actual serious discussion with me telling him about my brother, first person I've ever told. He was actually nice about it, seemed concerned. And two monumental things happened. The less monumental was him offering me a cigarette. That rarely happens. But the biggest one was that, for the whole saving his life thing, he thanked me. And Joe never thanks anyone.

So, I'm tired as hell, but I'm not sleeping.

G'bye, Journal.