memoirs of my worst new year ever

this year, after a brief word fight with my sister,
i spent new year alone at a room in my lola's house.
i couldn't bear to see all of them.

that and the fact that grace and i fought
also because i fought with the family. she's told me
time and again
to leave the house if i want peace of mind;
i will. i think i will.

it's been two weeks after new year.
the hurt isn't there anymore. not even memories
of the words said.
but the angst is there. the vengence is rising.
darn fire dawg.