Marie (heart_paperthin) wrote, @ 2009-08-27 01:09:00

Some days I just love them to pieces, other days, like today, I want to smash them to pieces.
Into a fine dust that can be inhaled into lungs and choked on.

There is only so much I can handle in regards to chaos...which in itself doesn't make sense, one can not get a grip on chaos, but I think I've done a pretty fine job here, but today I've felt really close to my breaking point.
Days like today leave me wondering about the other half of my family and whether or not I would fit in better there.
I've been wondering about Larry a lot.

I think I'm just lonely and feel like a drifter. He's a drifter...maybe he wouldn't be the conventional father, but whatever he has to offer would probably be better then what I have now...which is next to nothing.
I am half of him and I don't know which half.
Not that I'm ungrateful of Dan. I'm sure if things were different...well things would be different.
and I've been calling Bob Bob.

I've been feeling strangely lately.


Hey father issues.

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