Thanksgiving
was yesterday. I hated it. Then again I hate most things
I should feel grateful for.
Say: la Ve.
I spent the
evening with my mother, Aunt Tina, Annette, Teresa, and
Elliot. Fun crowd! My mother made enchiladas for dinner.
I hate Thanksgiving
ever since my grandmother died. No family. The family
does not contact me or my mother.
Fuck them all.
I really do not need them.
Tonite I feel
will not be much fun. Lisa is on her way down to the cafe.
By the way I am in SLO (home). Kelly says that no matter
where I am I will always be unhappy. I know she's right.
I will never be happy. But I do act happy. For others;
for me. If I act happy sometimes it helps me forget all
my failures.
Failures.
It seems I
have had so many of them.
Will I ever
be happy?
Is it human
to be happy?
