DO YOU THINK THIS SAVES YOU?  DO YOU THINK THAT SAYING IT ABSOLVES YOU?

do you think you've said everything there is to say

YOU HAVEN'T

WE HAVEN'T

YOU'RE STILL A WOLF.  YOU'RE STILL A WOLF.

TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING WOOL AND ADMIT IT.

Mother's Day

I was lying to you.

I'm sorry.  I lie to everyone when I have to.  I have to a lot.  It takes too much explaining.

Have you heard of Munchhausen syndrome by proxy?

Our mother kept us sick.  She hurt and poisoned us.  She convinced us we were ill just so she could get the pity and attention.  When she tried it on our baby sister she died.

But that didn't stop her.  Because all the pity and love she got from that was so much more than she could get by just keeping us ill.

It was us or her.  We could tell because we saw the wheels turning.  We saw them turning and we didn't want to be next.  We didn't want to be the spare kid that she could ruin just for a little attention.

So we killed her.

We didn't have a choice.  She would have killed one of us so we had to get her first.

We didn't have a choice.  We poisoned her before she poisoned us.

This isn't news or anything.  The cops know all about it.  We both spent some time in the asylum,  but they decided I was well enough to leave.  It was justifiable homicide, and we weren't even sixteen then.

I'm saying this because I think this is what this is all about.

I think this is about us killing our mother.

Something happened.  Something happened and I don't know what it means.

I don't know what anything means anymore.

First Week

He's not doing very well.  I'm heading up there again.  No time for dates.

He just keeps talking about a "wolf."  About a big bad wolf.  He raves and screams about it.

He keeps talking about what we did.  It's after us because of what we did.

I'm not sure what to do.  He's worse than he's been for a long time.  I guess all I can do is be with him until he gets better.

More if there's some progress.

...Spoke Too Soon

Just got a call from the hospital.  My brother's backslid.  A lot.  Apparently he keeps waking up with a start and wailing and wailing.  He's begging to get to see me.

I have to go.  Justin and Lyndsay will be driving me.

I keep telling myself it's nothing major.

But I know it is.

This is how it begins.  I can just feel it.

No more hiding.

What

There was supposed to be a storm.

There wasn't supposed to be, well, this.

Koji asked me out.

KOJI ASKED ME OUT.

Go to hell, paranoia!  I have a date this Friday.