This really sucks. My dad is sick, like seriously sick. And I don't know how to help him. He came into my room looking for Tylenol and was shaking like crazy, it was fucking scary as hell. I have to keep checking up on him just to make sure he's still breathing. I really hate when I can't help people, it always makes me feel completely useless. But that's ok, normally when I do help people it turns out to be completely useless. Maybe I'm destined for uselessness. Enough of that. No PRC, to tired, still have work. Jordan can't go to Distillers concert. AND she wants me to ask my parents if I can stay the entire weekend in LA. My god, they don't even like the thought of me being in Compton a day, does she really think they're gonna say 'oh yeah, go stay the weekend in LA' I dunno, we're gonna have my parents and hers talk...like little kiddies, cuz that's how they're treating me right now.