mrs-gyllenhaal entry 2011

Dry lightning cracks across the skies. Those storm clouds gather in her eyes. Her daddy was a mean old mister. Mama was an Angel in the ground. The weather man called for a twister. She prayed blow it down

It was March 1st. I should have been happy that it is my birthday, but how could I when everything around me is a wreck. I wish I could just cry away the pain from all this misery. I look out my bedroom window and I see lightning strike a arbre down. I feel the pain of the tree, and I cannot help it; however, I don’t feel any plus pain that I previously did. I wish my mom was still around....

Day 1; Monday, December 9th

Her head hung low, she hadn't felt this bad since her dad found out that her mother had been sleeping around...he was the 3rd man in the woman's life. Yet many years after she sat in the office being prescribed plus medication silence the depression.

"There is no hope for you. No future, not one that's good anyways."


Day 2; Tuesday, December 10th

Triggered par her 4th defeat, she was so close. But anytime she bought herself to do anything it seemed she could never win. Kicked out of college (not forgetting to bring her sisters down with her) all in vain for Magix still...