Happy birthday to me.
I was with Chris last weekend. Everybody’s asking about you. They haven’t heard from you in a while Yeah, I’ve been a ghost. Truth? I don’t even know how to deal with my own family. My own father. How on earth do you expect me to deal with yours (mine?). I miss having someone here who knows me. Charlotte was too nice. I hope she moves to Boston. He didn’t forget my birthday. And he was the first to call. As usual. I still don’t like him much this year. Happy Birthday. 23 only comes around once. Enjoy it. -I will. Turns out I don’t have to work. B-day night off! Please don’t get drunk. I just want him back This year is too strange. Depaul. Left Chicago. Left Mitch, Thrash, John, Glenna, Ange, Amos, Olivia. Olivia. Olivia. Left Olivia. Came home. Melted down. Hard. Worked. Didn’t hate Jo. Hated Jo. Lost most respect for Dad. Kevin. Lakehouse. Is tried to off himself. 180. Hospitals. More hospitals. Vermont. Rehab in Mass. This year has been too hard. Sometimes I regret not going back. Really, most times I regret not going back to Chicago. I don’t know if I would have been happier. I do know that I would have been different. I think the people I left behind were more of an influence on me than the people I have here. Ugh I hate these nights. Yeah. Happy birthday to me.
