Pete's Journal

[Pete Starintino]

I hate these days. I mean, I really do. I hate sounding like some angsty teenager who dosnt know there place in life. I know i contribute to it, walking around like i don't give a shit. And i shouldent, but why?

I and i am so sick of people looking at me like i am weak. What is weak considered? The last thing i feel like is weak. You only have a right to say that if your dad beat you nearly to death every night, then be my guest to call me weak. But drinking and drugs seemed to be my saftey net. And there is no way in hell i am weak.

The only thing that seems to be keeping me together right now is Lindsay. I would do anything for her to get better before me, but it just seems like she dosnt want to. I can't see her leave me, she isint meant to. I just want her there so i know someone loves me enough to want me too get better..

Well, im done for now. Bye...

-Pete

[Pete Starintino]

Right now, I am in shock. Me and Lindsay went all the way, I am not in shock about that, but in shock that I don't remember anything. That i was stupid enough to drink so much an elphant could die from it, and to smoke my dads pot which wasent a very "clean" mix.

I wish i could remember. But i can't, and neither can Lindsay. But the thing is, we werent mad at one another for it. Guess it is just something we will talk out. Though it sucks.

-Pete