Well, I broke up with Johnathen in January after six months of mental abuse...It was hard but I don't regret it at all. He still talks shit about me but who cares. He treats his new girlfriend the same way, always fighting and putting her down and then crying to make her feel like shit. Sucks for her right. It's not me so I don't really give a fuck. I dated this guy John for almost a month. He broke up with me because he "still loves Tiffany". He says she's changed [he thinks] and he has to give it a chance. Said "I feel like it's a lose-lose situation. If she hasn't changed then I lose you, but if she has then I'll have lost her"...I give it a month, maybe two, before things go back the way it was with them. He doesn't trust her worth a shit. So he lost me. I hate being alone. They're going to change my meds again...now they think I'm bi-polar or some crap. I can't get my shit together; I'm stuck in my mind...I graduate May 19th...YAY!. If I pass...I hope to god I do. But it's so hard yanno for me, I can't GET IT TOGETHER. My dad called me a selfish smart ass bitch and that he basically didn't want me in the house anymore. I stayed at my nana's for about a week. Momma talked to him so he's better now. He bought me cigerettes and while I was doing dishes he sprayed me through the window. I guess he finally realised he was killing me with everything. Dad's bi-polar also so it's hard for him somedays. I remember he never told me he loved me unless he was going to try to kill himself. That sucks when you're twelve, now I just scream "why don't you do it you bastard I hate this shit!!" I hate it here sometimes. I work all the time. In the ghetto. It blows so hard I tell you. Atleast I get paid to deal with their shit. Not enough. Well. That's basically it. I'm still alive and fighting so I'm doing good. How are you?