it gets pretty lonely and boring in this house so all i ever have left is a stack of index cards and crayola markers, along with my sharpies. this one goes to rob. for his fascination with robots. huzzah.
fuck love. and being loved.
anyway.

i think my brother has chosen to come to hightech and that scares the shit out of me, and i'm really fucking disappointed.
i really wish he'd go to mcnair for many many many selfish and non-selfish reasons, but thats just me.
i don't know at all how he's going to benefit from hightech, but whatever.
i can't make his decisions and i accept that.

rather.
i can't make any decisions.
and i hate that.