July 07, 2010
11:34 pm:

What am I? What have I become? What will I become? These I am not sure of, but for now, I know I'm a drug dealers assistant who's stuffing down some once-was-rich girl's sob story. Boo hoo. I've been in the city several months, staying in the motel, taking it like I'm swallowing a big, fucking pill....made of rat poison. I know not to contact my parents, who knows what they'd think of me. But maybe, one day, I can reconcile...or at least speak without someone yelling, "Get the fuck out of my house, [gender-specified insult]!"

Either way, I'm going to sleep, maybe call Elena in the morning. Who knows?

Night.