MIIKA! MIIKA! MIIIIIKAAAAA!:(:(:(

Uhm, hi..


Raindeers are not blue,
and Santa lost his shoe..

Actually I'm a little worried about Miika right now - and poetry is just not my cop of tea, when I'm gonna write poems.. or... that stuff, y'know... Well, it seems like my feet are wet... or it feels like they are ...

Anyway, someone told me something about parrots once when I was a little kid (FOR GOD'S SAKE!). I think it was Auntie - she said they could speak like us... human beings... I mean, WTF? How can such a stupid bird talk?

I'm always getting mad... 'cause the actual reason why I'm posting this is that I'm quite worried about Miika (I know, I've been off for long and that the last thing I wrote was very serious - but I think the pages have turned... and that my life is pretty serious at this time. (LOL!!!))

Miika was at the psychologist a week ago or so, and that weirdo has done something to Miika, given him some drugs... stolen his whole personality. :( All Miika does now is sleeping... and crying... and being silent all day. He just hasn't got that damn energy of life anymore. :( Helplessness is driving me mad! WHAT DO I DO, MAN? :(

Miika told me this:
- Mom hates Miika because she's always mad at him (WHAT THE FUCK?)
- Dad doesn't like him too because he's never at home (That psychologist is mentally sick, isn't he?)
- Miika always eat these Lollies because he feels pease of mind while eating "getting back to childhood". (But Miika is my little, bro! He MUST be like a little kid... my little Miika ...:(:(:( )

Can I take legal action against that psychologist who has been so cruel to us?

(And do I have to write something about what's happening here?)