...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Why did I bother calling her back? She won't shut up.

Sarah called me a left me a message earlier, asking me to let her know if it was alright if she called my dad for something. Figuring I'd save my dad the headache, I called her back. I knew what she was asking for, so I told her not to bother calling him because my dad doesn't know what to do with the girls he has. Then she went on to tell me about her baby, and how dialated her uterus is. Then she had to tell me about how she lost her job while spending a weekend at the Lake. Then she continued on to tell me about how all her family got all new cars. She spent a lot of time talking about her sisters cars.

And then she's trying to flatter me.

She admitted that she's still hung up on me. She still loves me.

...fuck...

For those of you that don't know, Sarah is an ex-girlfriend of mine who was just psycho. I spend two and a half years with her, trying to help her with whatever problems she had, and all she ever did was complain and lie about everything. So we broke up, and every so often she calls me, and won't stop ranting.

So now I'm sitting here just listening to her babble about shit.

I'm pathetic.