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It's the little things that matter. Like spinning in circles with a three year-old girl pretending we're ballerinas. Fuck drama. This is more important than that pre-teen bull shit going on at home.
My mom forgot me this morning, she didn't know I was home [even though I woke her up last night to tell her I was]; I was late for work. Not having a vehicle sucks.
This is almost a problem. But I'll be staying at my dad's often.