What went wrong?
Here I am at my mom's house in LO, listenning to SHiny Toy Guns, trying for the umteenth time not to ball my eyes out.
I've been staying with Adriane and having the time of my life feeling wanted and wanting more of what I had and left behind.
We went to the square yesterday, I wore my make-up like I used to, like I just walked out of a Duran Duran Video. I spent time with Gay Chris and met an artist named Brea whom I am goign to colaberate with and do a fashion show. I am excited?
I would be if I wasn't in this house.
I am synthetic, I am a pathetic whore.
SO basicly I want to saty with Adriane, but my mom doesn't want her reputation soiled by my malicous speach so I may be heading off to San Diego to live with my Aunt, the lesbian.
I love my mom dearly, I'm sorry for exposing her... sometimes.
I miss everyone, I think about each person's face in my dreams, in real life. What is real? It feels as fake as a prep's gel bra or my false lashes.
I ended up at Adriane's because I got thrown out of The Agape Manor, the girls' home I was banished to in Vancouver Washington. I hate Vancouver- if it was a person, I'd stab it and piss on it's corpse.
I ended up at the Agape Manor because my dad kicked me out, he wasn't getting sex out of me so he went back to his wife, who in turn got rid of me.
People just hate truth, I am shunned because I keep to what I know to be my beliefs, and you know what? I'm sick of life.
Like I've said, if I am forced to move to San Diego, I will commit suicide in a white suit.
I am in love with an abomination, so help me God.
The end.