Yeah, if we were face to face, I think this is where I would do the whole nervous-laughter thing...

because I really won't kill anyone and I feel embarrassed that I typed that. I have half a mind to erase that whole entry, but then that would just make it feel like I'm hiding some aspect of my character so whatev, the thing stays. So from that entry we can figure that:

--I can get extremely irritated when overwhelmed.
--I use the F-word way liberally, and in such a way that my mom would kill me.
--I use the word "hate" more than I should.
--My mom's side of the family pretty much puts those freaks on the soap operas to shame.
--I am lacking sleep.

So yeah. Sorry. I get angry, and I get resentful, so if you don't want to be my friend anymore...fine. I think its better that way then...But seriously, I feel the need to apologize. I blame my mom for her family's dysfunction and I resent them for making me feel selfish. This is the truth. Yeah, they're all a bunch of hypocrites with gambling problems, drug addictions, mistresses, illegitimate kids running all over the place, and what not. So, try to understand, all right? Tonight I'm going to bring my CD player and try to find sleep in a jazz mix or something. I can't sleep in that damn bed. I tried sleeping upside down, it just don't work.

I wish that this summer I went away again.

I'm tired. My sister taped the Dead Zone episode I missed over the last episode of Dawson's Creek. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. That's a prolonged U-sound. Later ya'll, I must go on and run errands.