Dec 16, 2006 14:04
Well, I'm here. It's fuckin' cold. And gray! I miss LA like mad already.
God, I miss my Dad. I hope he's okay. I don't know what to write. I didn't want to come here. It's not like Grandma wanted me here. She still thinks I'm some illegitimate child, and I'm filthy.
At least Mom isn't going to come around. It's not like she'd care anyway. She'd just find out I have no money of my own and go back to whatever she does to get her fixes.
I don't know what to feel. I just can't believe I'm here. I just want to go to sleep and forget where I am. Let it all be a dream.
Grandma is taking me shopping tomorrow. I'm glad I've got the school vacation before I really start school. I'm dreading it. I was just starting to like it at my new school and then it all fell apart, just like it always does.
I'm so tired of this. Dad, please come home soon. Come home safe.
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