Diane told a funny story yesterday. She was telling how her older brothers got to do more than her and at age 4 she complained about it. (They were 12 and 11) She said her mother told her, "Don't worry. They will die before you." Everyone laughed, then she hit me. I am upset about the way she has been treating me.
She routinely cusses at me and has abused me. She grabs me roughly, has stuck tiny pins in me, even electrodes. WHY ME? I am the same as I was in the beginning, am I not? And the others glare at me as if they are better than me. I get very sad sometimes.
Diane and I used to play basketball together. We used to take long walks all over Seattle. I miss that so much. Seattle has so much to see and do, now I stay inside most of the time. No more long drives or climbing the long stairs of the art museum. She promised we would go to Ireland one day and act on Broadway! I don't think we ever will. It just isn't fair.
Was it because I tripped her that day she fell? It was an accident. I, I, I couldn't move! Why me? Right leg is so uppity and arrogant about it, like "not MY fault." I try so hard to move, to be strong for her...why me? Why am I the one to stop the dancing?
Well, maybe the right leg will die before me.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Death Before Dance
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Diane told a funny story yesterday. She was telling how her older brothers got to do more than her and at age 4 she complained about it. (They were 12 and 11) She said her mother told her, "Don't worry. They will die before you." Everyone laughed, then she hit me. I am upset about the way she has been treating me.
She routinely cusses at me and has abused me. She grabs me roughly, has stuck tiny pins in me, even electrodes. WHY ME? I am the same as I was in the beginning, am I not? And the others glare at me as if they are better than me. I get very sad sometimes.
Diane and I used to play basketball together. We used to take long walks all over Seattle. I miss that so much. Seattle has so much to see and do, now I stay inside most of the time. No more long drives or climbing the long stairs of the art museum. She promised we would go to Ireland one day and act on Broadway! I don't think we ever will. It just isn't fair.
Was it because I tripped her that day she fell? It was an accident. I, I, I couldn't move! Why me? Right leg is so uppity and arrogant about it, like "not MY fault." I try so hard to move, to be strong for her...why me? Why am I the one to stop the dancing?
Well, maybe the right leg will die before me.
Diane told a funny story yesterday. She was telling how her older brothers got to do more than her and at age 4 she complained about it. (They were 12 and 11) She said her mother told her, "Don't worry. They will die before you." Everyone laughed, then she hit me. I am upset about the way she has been treating me.
She routinely cusses at me and has abused me. She grabs me roughly, has stuck tiny pins in me, even electrodes. WHY ME? I am the same as I was in the beginning, am I not? And the others glare at me as if they are better than me. I get very sad sometimes.
Diane and I used to play basketball together. We used to take long walks all over Seattle. I miss that so much. Seattle has so much to see and do, now I stay inside most of the time. No more long drives or climbing the long stairs of the art museum. She promised we would go to Ireland one day and act on Broadway! I don't think we ever will. It just isn't fair.
Was it because I tripped her that day she fell? It was an accident. I, I, I couldn't move! Why me? Right leg is so uppity and arrogant about it, like "not MY fault." I try so hard to move, to be strong for her...why me? Why am I the one to stop the dancing?
Well, maybe the right leg will die before me.
Diane told a funny story yesterday. She was telling how her older brothers got to do more than her and at age 4 she complained about it. (They were 12 and 11) She said her mother told her, "Don't worry. They will die before you." Everyone laughed, then she hit me. I am upset about the way she has been treating me.
She routinely cusses at me and has abused me. She grabs me roughly, has stuck tiny pins in me, even electrodes. WHY ME? I am the same as I was in the beginning, am I not? And the others glare at me as if they are better than me. I get very sad sometimes.
Diane and I used to play basketball together. We used to take long walks all over Seattle. I miss that so much. Seattle has so much to see and do, now I stay inside most of the time. No more long drives or climbing the long stairs of the art museum. She promised we would go to Ireland one day and act on Broadway! I don't think we ever will. It just isn't fair.
Was it because I tripped her that day she fell? It was an accident. I, I, I couldn't move! Why me? Right leg is so uppity and arrogant about it, like "not MY fault." I try so hard to move, to be strong for her...why me? Why am I the one to stop the dancing?
Well, maybe the right leg will die before me.
Diane told a funny story yesterday. She was telling how her older brothers got to do more than her and at age 4 she complained about it. (They were 12 and 11) She said her mother told her, "Don't worry. They will die before you." Everyone laughed, then she hit me. I am upset about the way she has been treating me.
She routinely cusses at me and has abused me. She grabs me roughly, has stuck tiny pins in me, even electrodes. WHY ME? I am the same as I was in the beginning, am I not? And the others glare at me as if they are better than me. I get very sad sometimes.
Diane and I used to play basketball together. We used to take long walks all over Seattle. I miss that so much. Seattle has so much to see and do, now I stay inside most of the time. No more long drives or climbing the long stairs of the art museum. She promised we would go to Ireland one day and act on Broadway! I don't think we ever will. It just isn't fair.
Was it because I tripped her that day she fell? It was an accident. I, I, I couldn't move! Why me? Right leg is so uppity and arrogant about it, like "not MY fault." I try so hard to move, to be strong for her...why me? Why am I the one to stop the dancing?
Well, maybe the right leg will die before me.
Diane told a funny story yesterday. She was telling how her older brothers got to do more than her and at age 4 she complained about it. (They were 12 and 11) She said her mother told her, "Don't worry. They will die before you." Everyone laughed, then she hit me. I am upset about the way she has been treating me.
She routinely cusses at me and has abused me. She grabs me roughly, has stuck tiny pins in me, even electrodes. WHY ME? I am the same as I was in the beginning, am I not? And the others glare at me as if they are better than me. I get very sad sometimes.
Diane and I used to play basketball together. We used to take long walks all over Seattle. I miss that so much. Seattle has so much to see and do, now I stay inside most of the time. No more long drives or climbing the long stairs of the art museum. She promised we would go to Ireland one day and act on Broadway! I don't think we ever will. It just isn't fair.
Was it because I tripped her that day she fell? It was an accident. I, I, I couldn't move! Why me? Right leg is so uppity and arrogant about it, like "not MY fault." I try so hard to move, to be strong for her...why me? Why am I the one to stop the dancing?
Well, maybe the right leg will die before me.
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