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Sep 25, 2004 20:27

Well today I went to the wine festivals it was different.My mom got me a pot leaf necklace tehe its kool looking. And walking into one stores my mom tripped and fell it was so funny lol My dad was in a bitchy mood today though cause he is out weed so he drove down to pittsburgh at 6 to get some and should be back sometime tonight.Wonder how much he is getting.

Wow my relatives seem to be havin a hard time. My cousin Kim found out her husband was cheating on and he left her and told her she is scum and being a real dick and my second cousins -her kids- Zac he is about my age and little Sammy who is like umm 4th grade. Well poor Zac use to having money now has to wash dishes at some restaurant and give his money to his mom cause they are having a really rough time around now I feel so bad for Zac. Sam isn't old enought to fully understand and Kim is well hate to say this but a lazy a drunk well now shes a drunk.
Jason is out of jail his work bailed him out.Hopefully he'll be out long enough to be with his new born for his first christmas.Then the trials and such. I hope he doesn't go away to long casue Devon -first son from another marriage- is gettin older and he is going to end up hating Jason. As for my Uncle Steveie I think all is well with him so thats good.

I think I'll go play my bass now...
Oh yea...I'm probably making my journal friends only again.


I was thinking how no matter what or where I go I'll always want to be some where else weather it being because of guilt or lonely or just blame bored ...atleast thats how it is now. Cause when I'm down white oak I feel bad for my mom cause she makes me feel so bad for leavin her all alone. But when I'm here I miss my friends so much but I always have a discomfort when I'm there...I don't know I feel like I'm in the way. It just lost its home feeling I guess... I don't know but everything happens for a reason. I just need a hug or a kick in ass...something...Well my life's not horrible so I can't complain.
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