Infiniterocker

hello kitty cat
2002-01-02 02:24:14 (UTC)

I guess I will write...I m at..

I guess I will write...I'm at Jasons friends house...Casey
is his name.... Not much is going on. I'm kinda upset but I
couldn't really tell you why...I'm afraid to talk to my Dad
because he's been so fucking weird lately. I don't know what
he's going to do when I come home, I don't know if he'll act
fine..or flip out about me not telling him when I'm coming
home..or anything. I have no clue how he'll react. Seeing
how Jason is here....gives me a glimpse of what he was like
when he was younger, he's so bitter about this
place...whether he admits it or not. I don't want to have to
go back to my regular life...with my Dad and Ian and
school...It's already so overdone............My
friends....everything. You know what? I don't even know what
the fuck I'm talking about. I guess I should stop writing
until I have my thoughts straight. Nothing is really making
sense. I actually am having a really good time here. Jason's
friends are really nice...so is his family...they're sooo
fucking nice. Why can't my Dads side of the family realize
they're fucked up...why can't they be civil with ANYONE/????
My Dad is obviously going through denial....He's realizing
that he's not going to have me around forever and he is
doing everything in his power to delay the
impossible....there is no fucking way he is keeping me in
that house for too long. I just read pieces of this
entry..and I have come to the conclusion that I sound like
I'm 12.




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