2008-06-24 - 8:29 p.m.
I do miss him, though

You know, sometimes I really miss my brother. The person he used to be, before all the anger and hate and drugs and alcohol.

And I was going to write a long entry about how good of buddies we used to be before he got all depressed and wanted to kill me (and himself) . . . but then I read some entries I had written an my high school diary . . . uh, no thanks anymore.

And Libby just busted into my room. Apparently there was a drive by shooting two blocks from my house on Sunday. During the day. When the sun was up. Please, please, PLEASE do not let my parents read about that in the paper. I get enough shit from them about living in the ghetto as it is.