Well, my grandmother has cancer. That pretty much sucks. She's one of the nicest family members I have, and she was the second person to hold me when I was born, and now she has cancer. The doctors sound optimistic, but they're dipshits. They don't know what kind of cancer she has, but they've known that she has cancer for about a month. My grandparents are getting rid of my cats. The cats that are my last remaining pets (besides my new dog zeus, but I hardly get to see him). My great-grandmother died. I'm going to have to go back to virginia, (Which means that I'll have to leave skippy for the whole school year). Which will break both of our hearts. I haven't written anything in months. Two of my friends have had mid-life crises before the age of 18. And I haven't been able to do anything socially in about 2 weeks, because some of my family came in from the east coast, and they guilt me to death if I even think about haveing fun. I miss my friends from virginia, because I'm in illinois, and I miss my friends from illinois because I'm trapped in this fucking house. I can't get on any sleeping schedual, be it nocturnal or normal. I'm pissing and moaning to an online journal that I doubt anyone reads. So basically my life is a bowl of cherries.


Well, maybe shit covered cherries.



                                              Until my next pissy teenage rant,
                                                                                              Roland.

I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry...Reading this made me want to cry. I'm going to miss you so much, and you know that you can always vent to me if you need to. I don't want you to be sad anymore. I know I'm not strong enough to help you (hell...I can't even help myself), but I'll always be there when you need someone to lean on. Pissy teenage rants are my specialty, after all. I love you so much. Please, please, please don't ever forget that.