dodododoooolalala
2007-04-04

I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm a mess. Everything is perfect. I have no idea what's really going on. I might as well be sitting in the dark.

Logan and I. We talk. Sometimes, about nothing in particular. Other times, he tells me, he remembers who he used to be when he's around me.

Then he remembers his episodes, and how it is now. And how things have changed.

Although, he could probably got back to Minnesota this summer and help his real Dad out. "But its not like I can roof or anything." I can't see him on a roof anyway. He would be sure to fall off.

Its true, he uses his epilipsy as a crutch. But then he gets drunk, then he's all depressed. And afterwhile, he looks like he might as well be doing drugs. But I think he would tell me if he was. Hope he would.

He swears to me, he's stopped drinking. Not going to ever drink again. I'm waiting to see how long that goes.

He says he's going to start saving his money too. And as soon as I get a day off, we're going to stay up all night writing.

Hahahahahaahaaaaaaaaaa.....

Yeah, right. It won't happen. He'll get writer's block. Have a bottle of wine, then it'll be a mess all over again.

I can see it now.