The truth of the matter is, I miss my sister. I never got along with her all through my childhood. Never. She was an evil bitch from hell, to be completely honest. She was terrible, and I know that. We never got along. In fact, most of the time I would say I probably hated her. I couldn't love her. It was impossible. How can you love someone that tortures you, makes you cry every day? I don't know. I didn't bother to try, either. It wasn't worth it. Then, she moved out of the house and ...

This weekend, I picked up a big bridal magazine. No, it's not what you think it is. I'm NOT getting married. Rather, I love to paint and draw, and I get my best (and most beautiful) subjects from wedding and prom magazines. I've been doing this for years (since 8th grade, at least, and before that, I used to use my sister's Vanity Fair to find inspiration, since it had so many ads). This is the second time I've bought a wedding magazine in the past year. (The last time was a heart break; I w...

I had a terrible first day and a half of the weekend. My sister's addicted to meth. She looks like a skeleton. She stopped going to work. She is dating a guy in the Jersey City Mafia. She has a baby whom she is now unable to see... I went to her house last night, because her work called my parents to see if they knew if she was alive or not, since she hadn't been in for a week. When I got there she was fucked up on meth but was obviously unhappy. She kept saying that I should never do drugs, and...