Planning to buy my first pack or carton of cigarettes today. Yay. I'm so happy being single. I mean it's never perfect but it's good. I love being stupid with me friends. I drank some vodka last night with my mom. It wasn't much and I didn't get drunk and I was with mom. So it was great. I love being 18...it is the best thing in the world. I wish my parents were better... Mom told me the other day that if Dean wouldn't have been so weird about what he did on Saturdays to Daddy me and Dean could've already went out. That made me mad.... grrr... No more sex for me...ever! I told mom about it. She already knew and wasn't mad at all. It was good to be honest with her like I do evenutally. I told mom I wanted to be a nun and she told me I had to actually believe in god... I thought it was funny how she didn't deny that I didn't believe. That was nice. Overall I'm good but in little pieces I feel like shit. Someone lied to me about Dean cheating on me and I flipped out and had the worst day yesterday. But mom made it better. We went out to eat and they sung happy birthday and I got a ballon. A pink one. I realized I could have bought a pack of smokes if I had my ID and then I was like "fuck yea I'm 18"!--