goddamnit. mom is such a bitch. i mean, honestly. ive been driving since i was 14. serriously. you act like im gonna get raped and killed on the west side. the fucking west side of evansville. its like a whole two roads to get out there. a stop light. a turn lane. and boom. im there. but noooo.. some kid will hit my car and drive off when im not around, cuz... thats how we do things out here. fucking paranoid bitch. i can handle my own, thank you very much. i want the hell outa here. i curse like a pirate. i know i do. anyways. josh's smelled like pot. yep. pot. cresten stayed there. alcohol, pot, and girls. i get so sad to think what could have happened. again. but its not like i can stop him, technically. i mean. hes free to do what he wants. i dont know. im depressed again. she hasnt hit me in a while. mom that is. .... whoa. like 3 weeks. thats crazy. i wish shed go to hell. probably. for how hipocritical she is. if hell exists. kyle's atheist beliefs are starting to rub off on me. thats cool i guess.