That's what my dad told me after I stopped crying. I had been crying for three hours and when he answered the phone I was crying so hard he had to keep asking what was wrong.

"Where are you?"
I didn't need to tell him, but I did.

Monday my mother texted me that Grammy would be foregoing dinner with her brother (the one who I literally want to ( Read more... )

Tonight, Mother and I went to see 'Inglourious Basterds'.

Unfortunately, we saw it in Butte.

( People in Butte can kiss my ass )

It's been three days since I got to The Great Nowhere. That means that something went wrong today because, as I have begun to realize, three days is the limit for nothing going wrong out here (the involves me).

I had spent the morning and early afternoon packing and watching Dexter in the living room. When my grandmother got home, I paused and said ( Read more... )

I haven't been here twenty-four hours and already I've broken down.

Yesterday was great. the pick-up and drive. The getting here. The issue was that dinner had to be shared with Mellow Aunt and...him.

I got through it. He said hello, I said hello (in a crisp, not even pretending to be alright to see him way. And this was after mother elbowed me). ( Read more... )

We went to town today and I managed to catch sight of an auto-fixing place. The sign out front that many business have, with the removable letters for different messages offered up words that I did not expect to see. One in particular stood out.

SERVICE YOUR TRANNY 
BEFORE ITS TOO LATE

Something tells me that 'tranny' means something different out ( Read more... )

Typically I get the living room and tv from eleven to midnight. Sometimes I venture out at ten or ten thirty if something is on. From eleven to eleven-thirty I exercise. From eleven-thirty to midnight I drink my tea, watch Batman and try to wind down.

Tonight I caught the last eight minutes of Batman.

I never once lost my temper. Despite the fact ( Read more... )

But I just want to fucking go back home.

That's right.Home.

As in not here but there, the place I came from.

My friends are more family to me than the assholes around here. They make me laugh, they keep me entertained and I have things in common with them.

I hate it here. A month is far too much time and I still have another one to go.

What does Montana have against my sleeping ( Read more... )

So mom's mad at me again. Maybe not mad, but upset. Because of my issues with certain relatives.

When her and her mother and my Aunt Dee and Uncle Terry got home from church, mother informed me that we would be going up to Lyle and Bernadette's for dinner (porkchops) and that they had been told to make a pork chop for me.

All I could do was bite my ( Read more... )

My grandmother and hated-uncle's wife are yelling at each other in the kitchen,

I was sitting here (Location: Lodge of Baptist Ranch, table in front of the serving window from the kitchen) watching youtube and suddenly I heard yelling. My grandma was saying something about Hated-Uncle's ex-wife and relaitonships with her and also her and my uncle's ( Read more... )