I'm sitting in a dark house, that isn't mine. Thinking. It's really odd, how you can be in a house a billion times and stay there so often as to make everyone believe you live there.. and yet it never really becomes your home. Not without total contentment. The day with the two entries.. Dad and I got in a fight.. I asked for a ride at 11 pm. He freaked out on me, because I didn't want to stay in a house with the guy who followed me around all day. Especially since I gave up my bed for someone else.. and then found out he was staying too. Just wasn't happening. Anyways, he freaked, told me to walk to my moms. I was like.. "Brilliant. Tell your 17 year old daughter to walk across town through a bad neighborhood in the middle of the night because your in a bad mood. Great parenting skills. See ya!" Then on my way out.. He said if I came back to leave the attitude at the door. My response, "Don't worry buddy, I won't be back except to get my stuff." I got my stuff the next day.. was rude as all hell to his bitch.. and haven't been back since. He hasn't called to check on me or anything. What a lovely relationship we have. I called once.. To ask about school. lol That went well. I talked to my cousin.. The one who said all that shit about me. He denies it. We all know it's true though. Since it's not a fair fight even if I wait till I'm 18 to beat his ass we'll leave it be. I refuse to talk to them at all. Except for the one I supposedly ratted on. I'm actually staying with her. Hmm I think I'm done. I'm too tired to type anymore of this crup.. and too awake to sleep.. Maybe I'll go get some coffee.. Probably not. Hugs, Roxy