MY DIARY: THE STREET WORLD

Dear Diary,

I talked to my Aunt the other day ayt? We were talking about gazillions of things. She told me that my mother is helpless. Well, she's dead who could tell that she's not ayt? She even added that my father is a bastard, maybe that's why I'm acting like a freak right now because I have his genes. For God's sake! She's acting wierd yesterday. She told me that I'm going to be a helpless creature now. No home (even long ago I never have a home, I ain't got a family), No money (well, not so fast Aunt I have gadgets to pawn).  She's very pathetic. I just wonder about her mysterious gaze. Her sad eyes. I don't know what happened to her. Really. And I haven't seen my uncle in Ages. I wonder where he is. I can't even ask my stupid Aunt. This is very haunted. Well, whatever it is he's also nonsense if he's here. Not helping.

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I moved out yesterday afternoon. Good thing I still have my own car. I wonder why she let me bring it. She's very wierd. I thought I'm going to look like a run away kid bringing alot of bags with me. I spend my first night in the  street sleeping inside of my car. But I wasn't really sleeping you know. I was just thinking some stuff. I can't sleep. I'm not used of this thing, sleeping inside a small car, it's suffocating me. This is so ghetto!

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It's my second day in the street. It's evening right now and I am eating burger and fries. I saw Therence in the diner and I decided not to talk to him. I hid in the wash room and wait there for how many minutes. I can't face him in this scenario. My face is very haggard and stressed. I can't tell him that my Aunt kicked my ass out of that BIG house. Well, this is sooo stupid! I'm writing every details of my miserable life in the street. I don't really know what will happen to me you know. Maybe I will die tomorrow or tonight or what? I'm not scared. Knowing that my parents are helpless well what kind of creature would I be then? I have their genes so that would mean I would be like them too right?. Helpless isn't it? Yeah I might be having this useless philiosophy right now but what can i do? This is very wasted. I can't sell all my things. I need to find a job but who will hire me then? I'm a part of the sloth species. This is very absurd!

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Well I feel sleepy now. It's maybe because of the grease. hahayyyyyy *yawn*... Until tomorrow? Okay? Good night now.

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Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-02 17:39:12 .... Relatives can be taxing. This is evident in the aunt's inhuman treatment and the girl moving out. And life on the streets is mean. But there is no evidence of meanness here. But this one is kinda sad. + Report this comment

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