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Gah. What a GREAT week. My birthday... ehhh. I don't feel like talking about that one. LA...the most exciting thing that's happened here is that I got a hookah.
I've had...a bad day. I woke up with no one home. No one was in the Hotel, and more then that, I couldn't find a fucking note from my parental or even any fucking food. She decided to keep the car another day, even though we have no money to spend anymore, and stay another night in LA. She found a place to work. Now all she needs is a place to live. I took a shower and then started coughing up a pretty good amount of blood. Got out and called Colleen because...I don't know why. Mom and Mema came back around THREE. I had coffee and then we went to go pick up Trevor so that we could bring him back for Mema to see. Instead... we hung around the frat house. I went looking through my brothers stuff and then he pulled me aside to tell me a fat secret that only our parents don't know. All of his friends at the frat house know. Everyone else knows. He can't afford to buy his own groceries, even though he has a job, so he does things I don't approve of but I had to pretend to understand anyway. I can't tell him not to do it because he doesn't have enough money... So I'm sending him all of my allowance plus birthday cash so he can maybe knock it off a bit. I really hope... Dad won't give him money. He's screwed because he won't come back so he won't have to deal with a fucked up family and fighting parents. He bought me lots of things for my birthday and I've already paid for half by slipping money in his pocket. Gah. Urban Outfitters makes me feel bad about myself. I did get some things, granted, but I looked like shit in everything else. I'm NEVER going back in there. The mirrors... the clothes... I felt like shit. I feel like shit. And for those of you who I don't feel like naming or even if I don't know about you thinking this, I'm not asking you to tell me I'm pretty. I'm stating a fact that I don't fucking feel pretty so don't even. I will fucking rip you apart.
I will pwn you.
Anyway... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've had...a bad day. I woke up with no one home. No one was in the Hotel, and more then that, I couldn't find a fucking note from my parental or even any fucking food. She decided to keep the car another day, even though we have no money to spend anymore, and stay another night in LA. She found a place to work. Now all she needs is a place to live. I took a shower and then started coughing up a pretty good amount of blood. Got out and called Colleen because...I don't know why. Mom and Mema came back around THREE. I had coffee and then we went to go pick up Trevor so that we could bring him back for Mema to see. Instead... we hung around the frat house. I went looking through my brothers stuff and then he pulled me aside to tell me a fat secret that only our parents don't know. All of his friends at the frat house know. Everyone else knows. He can't afford to buy his own groceries, even though he has a job, so he does things I don't approve of but I had to pretend to understand anyway. I can't tell him not to do it because he doesn't have enough money... So I'm sending him all of my allowance plus birthday cash so he can maybe knock it off a bit. I really hope... Dad won't give him money. He's screwed because he won't come back so he won't have to deal with a fucked up family and fighting parents. He bought me lots of things for my birthday and I've already paid for half by slipping money in his pocket. Gah. Urban Outfitters makes me feel bad about myself. I did get some things, granted, but I looked like shit in everything else. I'm NEVER going back in there. The mirrors... the clothes... I felt like shit. I feel like shit. And for those of you who I don't feel like naming or even if I don't know about you thinking this, I'm not asking you to tell me I'm pretty. I'm stating a fact that I don't fucking feel pretty so don't even. I will fucking rip you apart.
I will pwn you.
Anyway... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!