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My Parents Are Fighting
Because My Dad Won't Stop Drinking.
I'm Very Upset.
I'm So Disapointed In The Fact That Just A Few Days Ago My Mother Lectured Me On Not Being To Hard On My Dad, And As I Write This, They're Contimplating Divorce...
She Should listen To Her Own Advice...
I'm Bitter Towards My Dad, Too.
I Wish He Would Just Realise That He's Wrong,
Admit He Has A Problem, And Stop Drinking;
Or At Least Get Some Help For It.

I've Decided That I'm Going To Try And Better Myself.
I Was Reading About A Character In A Story,
Who Is Practically Incapable Of Anger,
And Who Refuses To Hold A Grudge,
And Who Forgives Those Who Do Him Wrong,
And Who Is Happy.
I Was Sitting In Church Today, And I Picked A Few Lines
That I Wanted To Strive To Make Myself As.
They Were:

'He Looked At My Pains And My Sorrows,
And He Made Them Out As His Own.'

I Want That To Be Me.
I Want To Be Able To Come To People,
And Ease And Take Their Problems As My Own.
I Want To Be A Friend.
I Want To Be Like That,
I Want To Be An Outlet For My Friend's Problems, And Emotions.
I Know, That In Reality,
It Was Just Some Guy's Idea, Writing,
And Software, And That "Nobody Can Be Like That."
But, It Won't Stop Me From Trying.


So, Christmas And Thanksgiving Are Near, Kind Of.
I Wonder What I'll Do, Then?
I'll Probably Just Buy Some New Clothes.
Having Three Pairs Of The Same Pants,
And A Set Of Shirts Is Getting Boring.
I Seriously Need Some New Pants.
Mine Are Actually Starting To Get Worn Out,
And Are Pretty Oversized, Now, Since I'm A Vegetarian.
(I Have To Hold Them Up, Or Wear A Belt, Or They'll Fall Down.)
So Yeah; New Clothes, Major Priority.

My English Grade In Classes Are Down The Drain.
It's Not Because I Can't Read Well, I Mean,
I Can Read Some Of My Parent's Novels.
I Can Even Write Decently.
It's These Stupid Reading Logs.
Basically, We Have These Sheets Where We Write Down What We're Reading,
And How Many Pages We've Read Each Day.
It's Tedious And Boring.
But, I've Been Reading (The Sight, Abarat, And So On...)
But, I've Lost The Log Itself After I've Filled It, And We Have To Hold Onto Them Till They're Due.
I'm Pretty Sure I've Got An 'F' By Now.
I'm Kind Of Down...
Here I Am, Honor-Role Student, Failing English, Due To Two Sheets Of Paper.
I'm Feeling Pathetic, No Doubt.

I Think I'm Just Going To Clean Up My Room,
And Puzzle Around My Notebook.
I've Really Got Nothing Else To Do.

It's Hot Today,
The Snow From Last Week Is Melting,
And It Rained, So Everything's Mud And Slush.
It's Ugly.
I Don't Care For It.

I Want It To Be Winter Again,
So That The Storm-Drain Pond Will Freeze Over,
And I Can Go Sit On The Dead Tree, And Look Over Everything.
But, The Weather's Hot Again, So The Pond Is Half-Frozen,
And You Can See All The Dead Leaves, And Litter Beneath The Ice.
It's Ugly, Too, Just Like The Mud.

I'm Tired.
I Think I'm Spent For Today.

I End This Entry With Another Bit Of Advice:

'The Biggest Step To Doing Anything Difficult; Simply Is Getting Started.'

-Chalkie