Look, I colored that picture I had drawn the other day. :)
I actually typed this up a few days ago, but am just now uploading it.
Sept. 12 11:59 PM
Lately I’ve found myself on the verge of tears a lot of times. And, although I usually am a pretty emotional person, I’ve haven’t ever quite gotten to that breaking point where I come down and cry. I can feel the tears fill my eyes, brimming nearly to the point of over flowing, but then it all calms and I return to my solid mask of placidity.
Most of it has to do with Chris.
The rest has to do with me and my female hormones.
But... It just hurts. And, I don’t even like to talk about him anymore...
Thinking about what he’s done, what he’s doing right now...
It really, literally, physically hurts.
And then he was trying to protect me.
To know that he feels bad for subjecting me to this...
Yet, even though I don’t know, obviously other people do.
I mean, it was bad enough having to deal with all the crap about him being a huge pot head and stuff, but...
My partner in AP Environmental Science (APES) actually said to me the other day:
“So what happened to Chris? I heard he got arrested.” Chris and the rest of my family wouldn’t want me spreading anything, so anymore I reply with an automatic response:
“I don’t know. Sorry.”
It hurts, now, just thinking about everything...
I haven’t seen him in over a week, and I don’t even know now if he’s still in JDC or just at his mom’s house...
Where’d my big brother go?
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