[we'll say] :: GOOD BYE :: [to the ones we know]

My years are defined by what runaways I harbour. Kristen, with her bad influences and her downward spiral of self esteem. Luke and his dangerous tendancies and volatile attitude. Laurel and her rapidly deteriorating drive to succeed and move foreward in life. Will and his promises of love.

And now Kirsten. Over the last few days she's been on rocky ground with her parentals. She was told the night before last that she was officially kicked out. I offered for her to come to my place last night, she went home. This morning I was awoken at 8:20 by my housemate Shawna insistently poking my door with her fingernail, gentle calling "Jess. Jess. Telephone." Untill I woke and stumbled to the phone.

I then proceeded to hail a cab. The cab didnt know where to go. He checked maps and stopped a few times to find where we were going. When we got there, it was a phone call away before Kirsten was in the car and I was talking to her Mom. Her mom doesnt think her step-dad will let her stay there much longer. Her mom wants to know if its okay that she rooms with me. Her mom wants to know if I can take her in at a discounted rate. Her mom wants to know if I can call her in a few days.

These are the days of our thirty dollar exodus.