Four

It's been four months. 

Yesterday, I thought about where I'd be today if I had gone through with my original plan. I'd be in a box in the  Rauch-Hertzog cemetery, somewhere near the back. I'd be a skeleton, surrounded by the decaying remains of whatever pretty dress my mom picked out to bury me in. My headstone would say [name], Dec 21 1989 - Mar 20, 2011. 

     Instead, I'm sitting in my car, smoking a cigarette and writing today's post. I'm waiting til 1:00, when I go to work to start my first day of shift supervisor training. I'm thinking about how I don't make enough money. And how I wish my hair would grow. And how much I love Jimmy Eat World. 

It's a nice thing to be alive. 

Hang on,
Ness