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shit on a long assed stick. well i cant go to the formal tonight. and that pisses me off. but i cant see sam either, so you know that makes it doubly shitty. i really dont know what to do anymore. i think all this isolation being at buechel is studding my growth as a person. i need to fucking get away from all of the buechel shit i'm going through. and i need to get back to everyone at atherton. but i mean seriously i need too escape this all somehow. and i need to escape my nagging ass parents who cant give me just a BIT of alone time when i need it. they need to fucking leave me be and realize that i am a teenager, and i dont need their protection and restrictions that were given to everyone else when they were maybe 5 years old. or maybe its them that need to stop living in this little world of theirs. everything they do has to be good with god and thery need to get verbal permission from his mystic ass in order to do anything.. and of course nothing i do is good with him. its like i am the new satan. i'm clashing with god, but then again i'm not a bad person into killing everything. i just want to fucking live my own life, and it would be alot easier if i didnt have to deal with my parents, or god. and it would be alot easier if sam and i could see eachother often. not more often, but often. i get to see her for like 6 or 7 hours a week out of 168 hours a week. thats not alot. it would help if we were in THE SAME FUCKING SCHOOL, but no that has to go get fucked up for me too. i care about her like soo much, and i want it to work, but its really hard. i hope she wants to make it work as much as i do. well i gotta go before my dad grounds me he has been screaming at me like "youve been on for ten minutes thats too long. i have to go to the store. hurry!!!" he needs to go take a viagra and get laid. god damnit. bye peoples and have fun at the formal.