I'm really sorry.

Today I went out and when I got back, Julian was here. He had made me dinner, and planned this perfect evening. It's my birthday and he did everything.

I'm not used to things like this. Birthdays were never a big deal. I was never a big deal, and now I have a family, friends, and a Julian who treat me like I matter. I think I got more gifts ( Read more... )

In case people didn't get my text, the crisis is averted. Julian wasn't shooting up, he was at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. We're at the hospital now, because apparently before the meeting there was a bit of...badness. He's okay, he just needed some stitches for an injury he gave himself. He did the right thing in the end ( Read more... )

I didn't really get into any of the Universities I wanted, and I think I'm not going to go. I don't even like school. Julian will be going anyway and someone should look after Aislinn, right? And I can get a job with more hours and we'll be okay.

I'm home again.

I'm not putting up with this.

What should I do with Aislinn?

I can't believe this.

There was an envelope of money in the letterbox when I got home. It said Aislinn on it.

Thanks so much, Julian.

Am I doing something wrong to chase him away?

Julian's home. He's okay. He just wanted to be alone. I made him breakfast and everything is okay now.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.