a cry for help, but not like anyone really cares

I had a bad dream last night. I was in one of those "let's see if anyone really gives a shit if anything bad happens to me" moods and I chugged down an entire quart of motor oil. I started feeling the effects of it minutes later, and no one...and I mean, NO one...noticed or cared. And ironically, all of the people I care for the most were in the situation. I said that I felt sick and couldn't breathe right, and everyone really paid no attention. I stumbled for the phone and called 911. Mom said, "Don't drag it out, get over it, quit putting on the act." And the assholes on the other end of 911 didn't help. I told them I had ingested something bad and the dispatcher said, "Oh. Sorry, nothing we can do to help." And I ended up dying there on the carpet and no one noticed and just walked all over me.

Just wondering what the hell that's supposed to mean.

and more bad news

They say that these things happen in threes. Who's going to be next?, I wonder.

My cousin Judy never came out of her coma and passed away during the night. She went in to get her stomach stapled, and complications arose from the surgery. Dad wants us to go down to Alabama for the funeral, but we simply can't afford to. So now I'm even more bummed than I was before.

**fin**