"This week dragged past me so slowly, The days fell on their knees. Maybe Ill take something to help me. Hope someone takes after me." Oh this week was horrid. Thank god its over. Courtdate is set for thursday. My dad found out I smoked cigarettes. I now am quitting. Chuck feels like its his fault. But its not. My parents are starting to think that I take massive amounts of sleepers. I dont know why. Because, I get up at like seven or eight every morning. And I go to be around nine or ten. Sometimes eleven, if Im reading Chuck my stories. And Im not even sluggish during the day. Oh poo. Chuck said I need to write today, and I dont think this qualifies as that. I haven't written something on my book in a month. So he is expecting something when he comes home from work. He is basically living here now, because its safer. -lurrrrrve-