I'm on my way down, now. I'd like to take you with me.
This summer has kind of sucked my left knut. Me and Mike are chillen. We have been together 4 1/3 months. That is a long fucking time. I <3 him. Things are rocky every now and then but in the end I realize I wouldn't be nearly as happy without him.
Events for the summer...that I can remember.
July 4th Mike slept over my house. That night my sister went missing in wildwood. Her friend Jamie was found in a alcohol coma on the beach and had to be rushed to the hospital. They couldn't find my sister though. They thought she might have drown because they found her cell phone but it was wet. They eventually found her and my parents drove all the way to wildwood to get her and didn't get home in 6 in the morning. Mike was really sweet that night. I was pretty upset and he just hugged me and made me feel better.
I've gotten kicked oput of my house a few times. Me and my mom keep fighting. Last night we got into a fist fight and she threw a fucking 15 lbs candle at my head. The glass on that thing is thick as shit.
Work had been ok. Mike has a van now. He f-ing loves that thing. He promised me he would take me to see Mandy and Trin soon. He's such a sweetie.
My family is in love with him. I got him a job with my dad. My dad likes him...which is pretty funny cause my dad doesn't like anyone...especially Zach. My mom loves him. She fucking cooks for him, too. He gets along better with my family than me. He gets along with them better than I do. They like him more than they like me...no exageration. My dad talks to him more in one day than he has ever spoken to me in my life. I always brush it off like I don't care but I guess in all reality I do. It hurts. My dad likes my boyfriend more than me. He talks to him and shit. It just sucks not to have a dad, but for the guy supposed to be my dad to talk to Mike more than me. It's ok. Whatever. I don't need a dad. Never had one and I've been fine my whole life. I'll get over it.
Events for the summer...that I can remember.
July 4th Mike slept over my house. That night my sister went missing in wildwood. Her friend Jamie was found in a alcohol coma on the beach and had to be rushed to the hospital. They couldn't find my sister though. They thought she might have drown because they found her cell phone but it was wet. They eventually found her and my parents drove all the way to wildwood to get her and didn't get home in 6 in the morning. Mike was really sweet that night. I was pretty upset and he just hugged me and made me feel better.
I've gotten kicked oput of my house a few times. Me and my mom keep fighting. Last night we got into a fist fight and she threw a fucking 15 lbs candle at my head. The glass on that thing is thick as shit.
Work had been ok. Mike has a van now. He f-ing loves that thing. He promised me he would take me to see Mandy and Trin soon. He's such a sweetie.
My family is in love with him. I got him a job with my dad. My dad likes him...which is pretty funny cause my dad doesn't like anyone...especially Zach. My mom loves him. She fucking cooks for him, too. He gets along better with my family than me. He gets along with them better than I do. They like him more than they like me...no exageration. My dad talks to him more in one day than he has ever spoken to me in my life. I always brush it off like I don't care but I guess in all reality I do. It hurts. My dad likes my boyfriend more than me. He talks to him and shit. It just sucks not to have a dad, but for the guy supposed to be my dad to talk to Mike more than me. It's ok. Whatever. I don't need a dad. Never had one and I've been fine my whole life. I'll get over it.