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Nietzche wrote, "Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man." I didn't realize how much hope I had put on the prospect of going to my dad's for the summer. I didn't realize how much I needed to get out of here. I can't run away; I've already done that once, and I'm here now because of it. Do it again, I go to jail. I can't ruin my only chance of getting out of this town for good... I just can't do it... I cried for a good 20 minutes after that. I was tearing up, but of course still hiding it, and then she left the room and I just started crying. I can't do it. I can't be stuck in this house. I'm going to be a SENIOR. I'm

I'm crying, and for once, it's got nothing to do with me... or with my ghosts, anyway... Anyway, right now, one of my best friends in the world is going through a ton of shit. We hadn't been talking for a while, but that didn't really bother me, because she was in a new relationship and was spending time with her girlfriend. But apparently, it was more than that. She had been through some pretty horrific abuse when she was younger, worse than I had been abused. I never really thought much of it, because she didn't often talk about it, I figured that she was healed over it. How wrong was I... But anyway, she started having a bad time, but I w

Yuck! So I haven't blogged in awhile, because I suck at it and, well, I've been busy. Drama has been cleared for the moment. I've been in New Orleans for the last two days, enjoying my sister's wedding and Marti Gras and all the goodies and everything. I'm starting to get a cold but I don't really care. I'm swamped with homework and IB work. Oh well. That's my life. More life updates in awhile. Byefornowmyfriends.