loser freak poet :/

birthday journal entry by The Guy

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2/10/93

Today, I turned eighteen. Mary's coming home to see me for the first time since she went off to college a few years ago. I think it's because she knows how Dad can be. He doesn't believe in girls going to college, and he thinks all of us should go to work for the church and all that. They always fight, and she always ends up hurt, and then we don't see her for a while.

I kind of hope she'll take me with her this time. I shouldn't, I know Dad would kill us both, but I want to see the rest of the world. I want to see France, like Mary did, because that's where Mom grew up, and then I want to see where Edgar Allan Poe lived, and I want to see everywhere. I'm sick of being trapped here. I could be a missionary somewhere, still working for the church, and see all those places, but I'm not allowed.

I don't know why. I wish I knew. I'm tired of this stuff. I'm tired of being kept in the dark.

I think Maggie said we're going to cut the cake soon, so I'd better put this down for now.

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might draw him later so look in the replies for that ^_^