hugs, not drugs.
guess what?!? i dyed my hair. it looks so pretty. it's a reddish/purple-ish color. even tho that's not wut i wanted, that's wut i got. o well. but i like it. & i got sum more pomade. it smells like liquor, the good kind. it smells so pretty. i <3 it. only 1519 days til i can get outta this freaking hell-hole my parents call home. i hate my life. i hate my parents. they bitch about all this shit, but it could all b avoided if they wouldn't have been so freaking horny. i fully blame them. it's their fault. they say w don't listen, they give us 2 much 2 listen 2. grr...makes me mad. i hate it here. some1 kidnap me & take me away from here. i may c if i can stay home when my dad takes every1 2 Alabama, so i may have a party, if i stay home. idk. cuz then every1 will b gone. so mebe mebe, if it works & they let me stay home. i wish they would. that would b pretty freaking awesome. o well. i shall show all of u my hair when we get back 2 school ( not that i'm rushing it). but o well. <3 alla u guys mucho, Emmers.