Damn it guys. I have no will to post.
I just lost my whole flipping entry. Damn you LJ. Blah.
I fought with my brother yesterday. About my random tudes. And whatnot. Yesterday I almost took 2 prozac. Just to see what would happen. I didn't though. In fear that my mother (who counts my pills) would notice. And then I would have to go to some clinic. And that's no fun for anyone.
I just read this amazing fan fiction from Fullmetal Alchemist that Rose sent me, and it's really disturbingly creepily awesome. And to be honest, I've never ever watched FMA, but I really liked the fan fiction. Wierd.
In other news, my uncle didn't come home Friday night, and so I babysat at 5 am. Then of course he came home 5 minutes after Kathy left. If he was high or not, I couldn't tell you. But the point is, that I thought he was, so I dozed off with the thought of "Good god, he's high as a kite."
And then I dozed off. If he was really high, I'm not sure, but why he was home at 5 am the morning after he worked, was a question left unanswered, and quite frankly, I'm sort of gald it was.
In other news, I have $110 twoards my guitar. And I found a new one I want. It's $159. Yay for that! So I should be able to afford it once I get paid the $45 dollars he owes me. As long as I get paid, I'm happy. And that's not even because I want stuff, it's because if I don't get paid, my paycheck goes into the crack house on Shenck Street. And I'm not sure if I spelled Shenck right.
Looking back, I realise this entry is most likely one of the worst I've ever posted. It's oozing with self pity which I know none of you really care to listen to. So skip to the part where I say I love you, and I'm getting my guitar mad soon. <3
Love always,
Abby
I fought with my brother yesterday. About my random tudes. And whatnot. Yesterday I almost took 2 prozac. Just to see what would happen. I didn't though. In fear that my mother (who counts my pills) would notice. And then I would have to go to some clinic. And that's no fun for anyone.
I just read this amazing fan fiction from Fullmetal Alchemist that Rose sent me, and it's really disturbingly creepily awesome. And to be honest, I've never ever watched FMA, but I really liked the fan fiction. Wierd.
In other news, my uncle didn't come home Friday night, and so I babysat at 5 am. Then of course he came home 5 minutes after Kathy left. If he was high or not, I couldn't tell you. But the point is, that I thought he was, so I dozed off with the thought of "Good god, he's high as a kite."
And then I dozed off. If he was really high, I'm not sure, but why he was home at 5 am the morning after he worked, was a question left unanswered, and quite frankly, I'm sort of gald it was.
In other news, I have $110 twoards my guitar. And I found a new one I want. It's $159. Yay for that! So I should be able to afford it once I get paid the $45 dollars he owes me. As long as I get paid, I'm happy. And that's not even because I want stuff, it's because if I don't get paid, my paycheck goes into the crack house on Shenck Street. And I'm not sure if I spelled Shenck right.
Looking back, I realise this entry is most likely one of the worst I've ever posted. It's oozing with self pity which I know none of you really care to listen to. So skip to the part where I say I love you, and I'm getting my guitar mad soon. <3
Love always,
Abby