Post by Char on May 31, 2003 17:34:36 GMT -5
"Whadyamean?" my sister says to me. "I'm alright. There's nothin' wrong with me." I look at her and I just want to say, "Hey! Smarten up! I don't know who you think you're fooling (only yourself Jody...), but I know when you're on something!" But instead I keep quiet and I watch my little sister dig herself deeper and deeper into that dark hole. My little sister... How many times did she promise not to touch the stuff anymore? I know it's been at least a few times or more...And each time it's harder and harder to believe her. And boy does she get pissed off! "Nobody believes me! I'm gonna stop!" Or, "I'm not doing it anymore!Get off my back everyone will you??!!" She just doesn't understand that it's so difficult and heart-breaking to put all of your hope and trust into those promises. Promises get broken, just like my heart...My little sister...I hear her when she says she can't handle it. Handle what? Life? So, your answer is to spend buko-bucks on those damn pills, crush them up and snort yourself into happiness? For Pete's sake Jody, you're smarter than that! (I just really want to throttle her!) You're thirty-four years old! I know addiction doesn't discriminate, but I just can't understand it when you don't even realize that you look terrible! And I can't help you! None of us can...You have to want it Jody, really, really want it...Don't you want it? Don't you miss me just a little bit? You're my little sister...I miss you...a lot...Hey, Jody!...are you there?...please...open your eyes...