The Ball's a Fake...or I Put so Much effort into believing it that I Never Pushed myself to Seeing him. Either way.. There goes that Luck. Sylvia wants me to Visit her. I think its awesome because thinking back on it. It was Very Fun to be at her house. I Had someone, A Best friend to talk to on those boring Hours. Moms taking me down to Interlachen tomorrow, There I will Force her to Finally Stop Her Fucking complaining and let me just stay to ONE house.. "No no no, You need to come up with me to get work done"... "You need to come down with me so I can get zach to therapy"... FUCKING BITCH MAKE UP YOUR MIND!.. I CONSTANTLY Complain about how I JUST want to stay to The Interlachen House, and she makes me go Back and forth, Back and forth, back and forth, One day..Im going to take that Steering wheel, and Im Going to turn it, Really fucking hard. Then Where will she be?..In the Hospital!..ONE PLACE!!! So Im Begging myself to remind me to Go Talk/See Devin, that is..If he likes me. Its been A week?..Two?...Since Ive seen him. I dont even know if he literally Liked me or not. Sylvia asked. but Mac says he's complicated and came up with the "maybe"..or somthing. I Dont remember, Im just..Grr... My Head hurts, My heart Hurts. And I Cant Find that Fucking Poem I wrote the Other Night :(... I think I left it On the computer in Interlachen, All I remember is I LOVED IT..It was my first poem ever written... I will send it when I remember it. But yeah Im Loosing Fans On this site. Sucks. I used to have TONS of Comments, What happened?..Am I UnPopular? *GASP!*..lol...Meh, Just comment if you have a comment, if not..dont. -Matti