Hola, Mibbians...It's Brooke!

Hello again, once beloved site. I am not back, but I am dropping in to say hello.So I literally recognize nobody here, which is not a surprise, because I left this site when I was like 17 years old and I didn't come back. I kind of stopped writing for a while too, to be honest. I picked it back up and am currently an English major with concentrations in Creative Writing though, so that tells you a...
May 12th, 2016 at 05:58am

The test results are in, and my Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer.

I never thought, not in a million years, that this would happen to anyone in my family. You always see people with cancer, and they have no hair, and they're tired and so...down. And you pray to God it never happens to you or anyone you love. Just the thought of knowing that there is something slowly killing my father...it's enough to f*cking make me want to die.I have got to be strong for my Dad....
October 13th, 2011 at 01:43am

a journal in which I die a lot.

Dad and I just got back in from a drive, and he decided to try out a Four Loco.Oh, dear God. If he wasn't already crazy enough, this sh*t made him worse.So we're driving up the mountain, right? And a motorcycle goes past. Dad loves them to death, he misses his Harley, but he was like "That's one thing you need to stay away from. Motorcycles and mexicans."I died.Then he goes, "Yo mang, didja make...
August 15th, 2011 at 11:17pm