Thursday, 10:33 p.m.   Hang on, it's all right my comfort song.. Today hurts. Too many things to think about, if only they were good. a month ago today my doggy died I got yelled at this morning for taking so long to get ready when I could be doing chores. "You're part of the family, not just someone who lives here!!!!" Thank God Taylor pulled in and saved me..I don't know what I'd have done for any longer listening to my father yelling at me. I really wish I knew why I was in trouble. School was long. It was boring. If boring were a physical touch, it would feel like the plastic school desks. I saw a bunch of my old friends hanging out together; they were really loud and obnoxious and it pained me to know I was like that too. I wonder if I'm better for growing up and maturing a little or if they have more fun. Except then I realized that I have fun and laugh and I don't have to deal with their constant whining over boys. "oh that one looked at me, he's hott, do you think he likes me?" There's supposed to be a really great show or something tomorrow night. It would have been really cool if Scott and I could have gone, but I have to babysit until 9:30. I shouldn't say I have to. I should say I get to because I like making money and she DID ask me. I could have said no. Besides, it's not like my dad would have let me go to the show anyway. Every day I get online and I swear I'll do all these things and then it's 10:45 and I'm getting ready for bed. even though I don't sleep.