365-- Day 6 -- 9/2/10

"What happened to Helen?" The barely audible crackle rose threw the floors.


Almighty heaven please let this woman be a fuck-up like Helen...

"Helen had personal matters that will take a while to sort out, so in till she is back, I will be covering for her."
These people are practically pissing themselves... what the hell…

HA! The pill-popin bitch is in rehab again. I guess it's a good thing that her husband is a judg... WAIT! HOLY FUCK SHE SOUND OFFICIAL!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!

 FUCK FUCK FUCK!  

All these thoughts are screaming at me. And since when do we have a new social worker?! And where the hell is my brother?! I stood up, my full 6 feet and 2 inches, from worry. 

This is going to fuck with my system. God damn it.

I wonder where these kids are. Hopefully there isn't as fucked up as her parents. Poor thing.

Due to the crazy images her mind was flinging around, I was either an adorable blonde six year old, or a severally gothic 12 year old. What the hell was with everyone thinking I was a chick?!!? Also, as a fun side affect of having four different people's screaming thoughts blaring at me, I could feel the clawing of a migraine gnawing its way into my skull.




 I guess she is going to be disappointed right?

Damn right. I also think she should put some effort in finding that file. Since when are you awake?


She is going to want to have a "talk" with us.

Ah, hell.


My thought precisely.

You still haven't answered my question. And where are you anyways?