I miss him. He works days and I work nights so when he calls I'm already at work and it's too late to call him because he's usually in bed by the time I get home. Work kills me, man, I bust my ass for 2.18 and hour and tonight I only scrounged 5 bucks when I usually make thirty or more. I had a chance to see him tonight but dad ruined it by being his drunk ass self and hiding my keys after he got my hopes up and said "whatever" when I asked to go. I work pretty much all this week. My weekend is non existant so have fun, ass fuckers. God, that place is killing me. It's so hard working as a waitress sometimes and a cook the rest; I kinda wish I had never mentioned that I wanted to work in the back. I couldn't handle it last week and had to go to the doctor for my stress again so I missed work twice. I'm now on more meds, yay. :| He confuses me. He says he goes crazy when he doesn't see me every day but he'll only try and call once a week and when we try to do shit on the weekends (after we both get off or I don't have to) he acts fucking retarted and leaves. Last Saturday was nice though, except for the fact we weren't really alone at all and over at a friend's. We're never alone, which is usually okay but not all the time. This is long. I'm having a nic fit but I popped some pills a few hours ago and I feel nice now not angry. I should have goten to see him. Goddamn drunks.