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Somewhere when love counts for anything hopefully i'll be in it. Because here no one understands what i do and have to live with. Having 1 awesome friend is impossible, but i have many. Even when you try so hard to make the borkeness go away..it's already gone, and you find out, "Hey...im making this s**t myself", but then you think "But i like the attention"

And when you can't get over the fact that you love it,.you love that you hate it so much to love it. my father is thinking that i really care that he's dying, i try to understand, but when i was sick, did he ever think to call? think i was okay? texting me saying "your mom needs to call me," Always ending it love dad, i want to throw the phone. THATS NOT LOVE. you cant just expect that im going to be love you too dad! he is so..he doesn't care that he left me..to not even have a father..all the girls having their father...being there. i will never have that, and to have only my sisters, my mom doesn't care.