Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Weigh in: Is this art? Are his words an outpouring of poetic sadness, or is it just raw emotion? Does art need the intent of being art to be art?
when I watched bowling for columbine a long time ago this was my favorite part!
(Source: amber-a-m)
updates…
granny came out of surgery just fine. :) thank goodness. christmas went good. i got everything i could have ever wanted and more. sam had my beauty and the beast painting that he bought me last christmas framed. which was totally amazing. and chris got me the pandora bracelet i wanted and more beads then i could ever imagine. mom and dad of course came around just long enough to pretend to be parents of the year for a while. john has the fifth disease and i caught it…of course, i think i have the lowest immune system on earth. it has been so good to be back here with chris the last few days. i have missed him so much. me, sam, and chris, started playing skylanders, and it is pretty awesome. :) and finally i think that, that is about it. :) thank you if you actually read all of this.
granny is having surgery in the morning.
I really hope everything goes ok. I will be down there to help he with the kids. I’m not sure how long. but I will be there for as long as she needs me.
r.i.p uncle jay
you will be missed so much. i love you. you were one of the best men i have ever known.
stressful times ho.
my great uncle is really sick. they are taking him off of life support tuesday, the out come is looking grim. my granny is going to ohio tomorrow to be with him, it is going to be up to me and chris to take care of the kids and granny and pa’s house for the next few days. if feel so sad for granny because she needs to be with her brother with out having to worry about some youngins and she is so worried about in-convincing someone else. they do everything in their power to help someone else and no one ever repays the favor. it makes so many negative emotions rise in me when i think about it that it makes me sick. it makes me so bitter, angry, and sad at people, and sad for them, because they do not get the gratefulness from people that they so rightly deserve. none of this would be a problem if my two scumbags for parents would get their shit together and take care of their own kids. i don’t think they even feel bad for causing granny and pa to have to take care of their offspring. they are the most unreliable, immature, self centered people that i know. on a lighter note we are going to be coming up here to chris’ for thanksgiving so that should be fun. also christmas is coming up, i have a lot of gifts bought already but there are still many to be got. i still have a lot of school work to be done. i hate math and english, they are so uninteresting. and my english professor has way to high expectations of me. also, i owe everything i have to sam. i would have never made it through english with out him. he is such a wiz and he will never know how much i appreciate it. this turned into more of a rant then i wanted it to. but ohh well. i need to get somethings off of my chest.
happy birthday william
today was a very good friends birthday. we went to london to celebrate it with him and it was really fun. i have really missed hanging out with him and chris moore. :)
