thoughts.

It looks like my new summer friends are Maury and Steve Wilkos. I spend my summer vacation mornings with them. Sometimes I go to the hospital and get stethescopes. My afternoons consist of preparing food for my sisters. I end my night with my littlest sister sleeping in my bed.

I had forgotten about the flies that always get in the house during the summer. The ones that you hear always when you’re laying in bed, unsure if you should try and sleep or try to find something to go again, only to reach the kitchen and get some piece of food you really didn’t want.

With my mom in the hospital, I am at my house more than before. And it’s scary- I feel like my mom!

No one listens to her, why would they to me? My younger sisters sometimes do, but the bitchy 13 year old can go to hell. She’s useless. Unless the ability to lounge around and think about herself is some soft of talent the world needs.

Yeah, there is always a bright side to things. I just don’t feel they’re that bright though. I mean now I have an excuse not to work-out of the house. And I get to… spend time with my sisters? I can… erm, save money.

If only…