Destiny kicked Charity out, dear non-existent readers.
And I feel like crap. She is the same age as me. She's had it hard. I don't think anyone could imagine finding their dad, purple and blue, hanging in their garage when their fifteen.
And Charity had to see that. And she was doing well before that. She says she sees him before she goes to bed every night.
And none of my aunts can understand that. They treat her like she's Paris Hilton who has lost all her money. Like she's never been through things. Like she doesn't try. She's never done drugs, she's not an alcoholic like everyone else. And she's amazing.
She makes stupid choices, she's not a thinker, but only Charity could get out of bed one morning walk down the street and get a job with a snap of her fingers during a recession. Without have any previous experience.
It's nights, mornings, days, like these, were I wish my mom weren't on drugs, and we still had that house. Where I could tell my mom we need to go pick up Charity and we'd be gone.
And then we'd be back in my room that use to have, or squishing onto the hammock, with a cliche bucket of ice cream, and stupid stuffed animals, and that beat up scary stories book, re-reading the same damn stories.
But, I can't it has to be, "Just hang on until tomorrow Charity, the buses don't run this late. I'll be there first thing in the morning."
It makes me sick to my stomach. And I'm so helpless. All I can do is talk on the phone and wake up earlier than I go to bed to see her.
Now I know why I was feeling like crap all today. She was stuck on the bus system because Tammie can't do anything for anyone and Destiny can't stop and think about anything for five seconds, and Danielle is a brat.
The worse part is that I love them all. But they hurt her so much.
Ugh, now my mascara is all over myself and I can't go take a shower because I think my bathroom is haunted. There's something in there, I swear....
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Thu Jul 15, 2010 @ 11:16am · 0 Comments |
