𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺... // 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤

october 31, 1989

dear diary,
so we decided on our costumes. bev and ben went as bonnie and clyde. then we had bill, stanley, and mike go as a gender swap charlie's angels. eds and me HATED these ideas, therefore we went as something of our own. we went as clowns, both ironic and iconic. boom. we all biked to the richer neighborhoods to enjoy the luxuries of king sized snickers and comic books that they give out like, well, candy! it was so much fun. returning to the clubhouse was even better. we all just enjoyed only
some of our candy. eddie and i shared a hammock.
we were tired of arguing on who gets the hammock when. therefore, we just share it. when i got home,
i heard yelling. i knew it had to be my parents. i didnt mind it as much tonight. ive kinda gotten
used to it growing up. thing is, i always know
why they fight. tonight, i couldn't understand.
not that i care anyway, ha. i knew that if i got
involved, itd just be trouble for me so i stay my
distance. its amazing how i just walked into my room as if nothing was happening downstairs.
i dont know why, but why is it that they always
fight downstairs and never in their bedrooms?
there has to be some type of answer as to why.
did god build a verbal wrestling ring for them to argue there? again, i dont really care anymore. since i was ten, it's been getting harder and harder for me to give a fuck anymore. one day i will leave this place. me and all of the other losers. when that happens, we'll all be free from this hell. we don't deserve the lives we have. maybe then we can change them for the better.

-richie