I got my Junior Research Project done. Finally! My Grammy called today. She lived through WWII. She didn’t say much but she was like ten I would have thought she would remember something. My Project was about Rosie the Riveter and the effects that women played during WWII. My Uncle Jeff also called. He said that my Uncle Tim has moved back from Kentucky. I’m glad to know that he got over his mid-life crisis. My own father, sad to say, never did.

I don’t like Louise. She not my step-mom yet so technically I don’t have to hate her but it’s really close. I think she is rather mean. Maybe it’s just my twisted mind that twists thing around but I really think she is making fun of paranoia. Father yelling at people who built this house. They are not here. They have moved. He’s yelling to no one. I pat him on the shoulder and calmly say ‘They can’t here you’ He whines to Louise: ‘Louise, my daughter is giving me rational advice.’

‘Hmm... We should remember that the next time she thinks people are after her.’ She says. Other examples too. But maybe I should go to bed. Maybe I should just die. Take exit 27 off of I 205 Headed towards Camas. You pass over 205 on a bridge. JUMP!!! into the heavey flow of traffic. Who knows what will kill me hitting the cement or being hit by a car. Maybe both.

 ‘Internet? I ask ‘Do you want to burn in hell for the rest of eternity?’ Father says ‘Yes, It’s much better that Heaven’ ‘I think.’ He agrees

- 6. Losing my Religion "Just a Dream Just a Dream"