Kayla ... you ... :: mumble ::
I have decided that I hate slipovers. I think I could stand just going to Sarah's house or maybe just Jessica and I, but Kayla makes things difficult. It is hard to not be mad at her. She told me that she thought that Michael was using me. That made me angry. It is like she isn't happy that I am happy. Q stood up for Michael and I. That made Kayla mad. I don't think she had that much fun last night. I did for the most part. I kept wishing I had brought my book. Friends are a difficult thing to keep up with. Last night Q revealed a secret and it made Kayla cry. She said that she wouldn't cry if I told her that. I think she hate me. You know, I could stand just Q and I also ... Kayla has just irked me to the extreme with her Michael hating ... or me hating. My father loved Michael. Yesterday my parents let Michael and I in my room ... alone ... with the door shut. They only checked on us twice. The first time they sent my sister. They love him. They let him come over when they aren't here and they would let me go anywhere and do anything with him. It is so out of character for them. Maybe it comes along with the mid-life crisis thing. Last night my friends and I talked about our future houses. Mine is the best. I don't remember anything about theirs though. I am going to stop writing now. I have things to do. I will stay on for a little while longer just in case Michael gets on, but I have things to do. I hate my dad. I am glad he is leaving tomorrow.