OK, this is never easy for me to talk about... but I figured I should write something worth writing. Almost three years ago, my little sister Kristen was killed in a car accident (March 16, 2001)... three days after her 20th birthday.
I don't know why, but I was thinking about it alot today. She was like my best friend, we got along really well. My older sister Margie and I have always gotten along, but not like me and Kristen. Whenever I got the phone call from Margie I thought it was a joke, I think I may have even laughed (fuck, I hope not), but then my dad calls... followed by my friend Chris and it started to set in. My dad wouldn't joke about something like that... hell, noone would... I would hope.
Ok, so I go through all these emotions.. Like the usual "Why ME?!?!" bullshit that everyone goes through I guess, but that really didn't make it feel any better. I would punch shit, hell... I'd even punch myself... all that did really was kinda hurt (I can be such a dumbass sometimes). Then came the part where you think you are losing your mind... I dont know if that happens to everyone, but it did happen to me, my mom and Margie. We were convinced that we would see her and all that shit... which actually made it 100x worse.
Ok, then my mom brings it up about a week ago... never a good thing to talk to mom about. She gets so worked up and I try to convince her not to think about it... but then I start thinking about it... well, I was thinking about it today... and I guess I feel better now. Ok, well.... thanks for reading this. I am going to bed.
I don't know why, but I was thinking about it alot today. She was like my best friend, we got along really well. My older sister Margie and I have always gotten along, but not like me and Kristen. Whenever I got the phone call from Margie I thought it was a joke, I think I may have even laughed (fuck, I hope not), but then my dad calls... followed by my friend Chris and it started to set in. My dad wouldn't joke about something like that... hell, noone would... I would hope.
Ok, so I go through all these emotions.. Like the usual "Why ME?!?!" bullshit that everyone goes through I guess, but that really didn't make it feel any better. I would punch shit, hell... I'd even punch myself... all that did really was kinda hurt (I can be such a dumbass sometimes). Then came the part where you think you are losing your mind... I dont know if that happens to everyone, but it did happen to me, my mom and Margie. We were convinced that we would see her and all that shit... which actually made it 100x worse.
Ok, then my mom brings it up about a week ago... never a good thing to talk to mom about. She gets so worked up and I try to convince her not to think about it... but then I start thinking about it... well, I was thinking about it today... and I guess I feel better now. Ok, well.... thanks for reading this. I am going to bed.
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I leave tomorrow for P-town. I tried on my SG set costume and I look like a pirate. It's purty kick ass. Monday, I'll be nekkid.