Boredom Kills

Oh how many times I have made that the title of an entry…

I was just thinking about Aaron. About what he tells me. Hearing my parents yell just now reminds me of what he says. Why he’s always tired. Why he never sleeps. He tells me little things. Not because Im this magnificent person he can spill out his life to, but because he wants to tell someone. He keeps it all bottled up inside, and I know. One day it’ll all come out. I hope it’s not any time soon.

I hate seeing him sad. It makes me sad to see him like that. And hear what he says. And I know when he seems happy he’s actually high or stoned or something.

When he sits away from everyone at lunch and buries his head in his arms, I ask him why, and he tells me he’s tired because he got into a fist fight with his dad again, or because his parents were shouting the whole night, keeping him awake. That’s typical these days.

I just hope he’ll be okay.

Well, I had a little more to say, about other stuff, but people are coming upstairs now. So ill finish later. Or maybe not.