The little boy, Tristan has DID. Rick James said that Nutty Mom has been abusing the fuck out of him. He was a little devil child. When he was on time out, a very emotional alter came out and he self punished himself. Then we got the core, Tristan and one more very nice overly polite alter. Poor boy. Twinkle was rather upset. I think the whole family was. He is only 5.

On a happier note Ter is getting frustrated with me. I keep eating frozen cookie dough out of the freezer. I also ate all of the pringles, cheezits and anything else that is normal in this damn house. Twinkle would be happy, there's all kinds of healthy shit in the fridge. Ter constantly sighs at me. She gave up trying to boss me around.

"You know, you and her could be evil twin sisters."

"Yeah she's the overly serious boring one and I am the fun one without a conscience."

Ter is crazy, she deserves to suffer through with me for a little bit. She even asked where the crazy one is that started to bust out cleaning supplies to off herself. Crazy Leena. She was fun. We don't miss her. Ter would rather deal with her than me. She even asked where Clint was. He pulled me. It was loads of fun.

"Bitch, tell them what I am thankful for. Guns, spicks, Marlboro Reds, and Jack Daniels. I ain't thankful for no 911 like that one Asian bitch on the TV. She's the reason why this country is going to shit. Nevermind that nigger Obama, bitch should have left her 10 kids in China and she should go back there and continue putting those rats, dogs and cats all into that shitty Chinese food. Those god damned fucks will eat anything. Never eat no Chinese food. That's what I am thankful for, Americanized god damned Chinese food."

I ain't thankful for anything. When you're as emotionless as I am, you just don't give a fuck about anything. I asked Twinkle what she's thankful for.

"I am thankful for all the cliches in the book. I really mean that too, I am thankful for all the cliches. Add in green tea, honey and any dove skin products you can think of. 

Yeah. So that's it. I ain't spending all day talking on here.

-Haven

I feel like I should write something for my Twinkle. She has been highly neglectful of her writing abilities lately. 

She spent weeks wondering if her dear friend, May Flower was alive or dead. We found out she was alive, so she felt some sort of happiness. I don't think she remembers what happiness feels like. It's been a while. At least she smiles and laughs more. It's because of her Lover Boy. 

Twinkle knows what it's like to feel finally. She is in love with someone. Problem is, she can't have him. I don't know what's worse, never knowing love, or having it and suffering without it. I will go with the obvious second choice. Being in love and suffering because you can't have it is much worse. To know what something feels like and to have it snatched away is torture all on it's own.

Texas has been interesting. People from the past always walk back into the picture and have a tendency to fuck up everything for you. That is what it was like for us at the end of June and that is what it is right now. I have worked very hard to repress certain memories for the sake of my Twinkle, and some idiot comes into the picture and fucks it all up. 

We have two more months left in this hell hole, Texas. We are moving back to the snow. She says either Chicago or back in Minneapolis. I hope she moves to Chicago. We need a break. She will likely stay in Minneapolis, because she is crazy. I will work hard to convince her otherwise. 

Our hair smells like Christmas and flowers. I don't know if that's a good idea or not.

Twinkle is busy having a mental breakdown. Who knows when she will be back. I don't like going to clinic for her. I don't know all the useless junk she does. Coloring body parts in is fun. Talking about physics and all the junk is not. I just smile and nod. That's what normal people do, right?

That is all.

-Haven