im sitting here, having a zima, im so stressed, but im talking to a really good friend whos really good at calming me down. my dads just really good at pissing me the fuck off. im a piece of furniture to him...he keeps me happy enough to shut me up...im sneaking around to see Bryan, because if he knew how i met him, then hed flip out bc of my familys past...i hate having to answer to him all the time...im almost 19... going to the fair w/bryan on weds. probably...that should be cool. i forget all the bad stuff when im with him. i love being with him and the person i am with him. i got my hair chopped off...its alot shorter but it looks good. got home at 2 AM this morning...had to drive pretty slow bc of the rain and lack of windsheild wipers...had to be at work at 7...that was HELL. came home, slept til 9, woke up, took a shower and here i am. im running out of things to say, as well as out of zima...i wish i never started drinking kind of...ah o well...im out for now..