Feb 27, 2006 12:53
I have to say that I dislike nightmares highly.
Night three without Ken was unpleasant, but I did see him yesterday before he left, and he gave me a shirt. I buried my face in it all night and tried my hardest to overlook the scent of sweat that mingled with Curve, Old Spice, and my baby.
I hate being at home.
I hate the way it makes me feel.
I hate that when I talk to Kenneth all I can do is bitch about being here, and then I start crying because I'm so sorry for being so negative.
I hate that at home, I'm only happy when I have a little bit of alcohol or Karis is here.
I hate that my parents hate Karis and don't want her over.
And my car is out of commission, so I can't leave.
I miss Shreveport so much.