My mother is shooting up again- I found burnt bottom spoons and needles. I hate her so much.
My father didn't get to come for x-mas. He lost his job.
Zeek is still my whole world and my friend is mad at me because I can't be mean to Zeek.
I almost got into three car crashes. (( WHEEEE!!! ))
I bleached my hair but didn't leave the bleach in long enough so it's a fake looking yellowish blonde.
I'm going to Oh. Con on the thirtieth of this month ( YAAAY! ) .
My worries: My mother's drug habit will land her in jail and land me with nowhere to go (homelessness, eeek! ). I'll gain weight. I'll crack and break down. I'll get terribly ill.
(( None of this has happened.... yet... so no worries folks!! * feeling nautious... * ))
When I get my own internet I have a collection of diary-ish things I will put up. The entries are days, weeks, and maybe even a month apart but it has the important things written in it. Some of it I may not put in here but the rest I will. (Duh...)
