I love my boyfriend. He's a stalker and found this page. I can't seem to bring myself to be mad at him for it. Damnit. Anyways, I was forced to attend church, the usual Sunday morning ritual at my house. Anyways, Sunday is also 'Diver Day'. Sunday afternoons, since October, have been dedicated to my two best friends, Zach and Abby. My divers. Anyways, I asked my mom if I could go to Zach's and she kinda freaked. Bitch. In short, my whole family got into a major family fight, that will go down in our family history. My sister and I finally told (shouted) my dad how much we really hate him for what he did to our family. For never being home, and for making us move, and for everything. Well, he walked out of the house about 2 hours ago. None of us know where he is or when he'll be back. Oh, damn. We tell him how much we hate him being gone, he apologizes, asks for our forgiveness, and leaves again. Dipshit. Anyways, I'm moving to Chicago with my sister Hannah when she leave for college at the end of the summer. It's not 100%, but there is no way in heaven or hell that I'm going to be able to survive in this house without her. I will run away if need be. I told my family of this and they won't try and stop me. Just take everything I own away. My dad threated to have me put up for adoption, and I told him to do it. I'd prefer total strangers to him and my mom anyday. Anyways, I'm exhausted. xbox therapy much? i'll send you the rough draft; i'll seal it with tears; maybe you'll read it, and i'll reappear;