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It's been a minute but I'm still alive. Something prompted me to update.
My winter break has been very interesting. The cops have been back and forth to my father's house, countless times, his wife got a restraining order, had him kicked out for a week until a court date, had the court day, and now he's out of his OWN house until May. There is soooo much surrounding that story that it'd take an entire entry, but I'll save that for later when I feel like talkin bout it.
Since I've been here I been with my friends for the most part. Kio basically lives with us. There's usually a house full of people at all times. The funny thing is, the days that were supposed to be the best (Xmas and New YEars), ended up being the worst because people leave to go be with their real families. In 20 years, we haven't ever gotten the whole "family" thing down yet, so I depend on my brothers and my friends but it was a very gloomy holiday for me.
I'm 21. Yay.
Last night I went to a gay bar in DC called Heat with Tiffany, Taniece, Latia, Makita, Janet and Ant. I need to repent, but gottdammit if I ain't have the TIME of my fucking life!!! I fucking love gay boys. I may as well go ahead and admit it, I'm a fag hag. But I can't help it. I love them. I wish I could go next week but I'm supposed to be in school.
That's a whole nother issue. School. I have no idea how I'm gettin back before Monday. Independence Airlines have gone bankrupt and my flight has been cancelled and I am left to fend for myself. I really don't know how or when I'm going to get home.
It looks as though it'll be another year again. I can't take being here without my own place. I love my friends to death but if they can't come down there once in a while, then too hell with it. The drama is too thick up here, especially living in my parents houses, but I despise Florida for not being Maryland.
My winter break has been very interesting. The cops have been back and forth to my father's house, countless times, his wife got a restraining order, had him kicked out for a week until a court date, had the court day, and now he's out of his OWN house until May. There is soooo much surrounding that story that it'd take an entire entry, but I'll save that for later when I feel like talkin bout it.
Since I've been here I been with my friends for the most part. Kio basically lives with us. There's usually a house full of people at all times. The funny thing is, the days that were supposed to be the best (Xmas and New YEars), ended up being the worst because people leave to go be with their real families. In 20 years, we haven't ever gotten the whole "family" thing down yet, so I depend on my brothers and my friends but it was a very gloomy holiday for me.
I'm 21. Yay.
Last night I went to a gay bar in DC called Heat with Tiffany, Taniece, Latia, Makita, Janet and Ant. I need to repent, but gottdammit if I ain't have the TIME of my fucking life!!! I fucking love gay boys. I may as well go ahead and admit it, I'm a fag hag. But I can't help it. I love them. I wish I could go next week but I'm supposed to be in school.
That's a whole nother issue. School. I have no idea how I'm gettin back before Monday. Independence Airlines have gone bankrupt and my flight has been cancelled and I am left to fend for myself. I really don't know how or when I'm going to get home.
It looks as though it'll be another year again. I can't take being here without my own place. I love my friends to death but if they can't come down there once in a while, then too hell with it. The drama is too thick up here, especially living in my parents houses, but I despise Florida for not being Maryland.