Uhg, so tonights mission to get fucked up is an epic fail.

It was brought to my attention that if I had not miscarried I'd be a mother right now. The baby would be a week or two old.

I think every is going to be okay.

I am used to my family canceling on me. The plans I make with mom get canceled because she's sick. Plans with Jamie, he's too busy. Plans with Kayleigh, she's too poor. In one week my mom canceled on me four times. I asked her to take me to the fucking doctor, I just needed her or somebody one day. She told me she would, I would have gone to ( Read more... )

This weekend I went to Patti's. It was good, I really needed to see them. I might go to Canada for a weekend.

Four days left of high school. I have mixed feelings about this.

I think he's the only person who keeps me alive. He's the only one who still cares.

I made it to 89 pounds.

My dog ran away two weeks ago. My dad got a phone call saying some one found him. Someone found him on the side of the road. Someone killed my dog. And I want to kill the son of a bitch who couldn't fucking swerve. I want my dog back.

Like that lasted long.
We're back together.
He's on a trial period.

TOM MOTHER FUCKING DORSEY IS BACK!