Things seem so great on the outside sometimes. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have my craven. <3 I love Whim so much. I've never thought about making other people happy until we got together. Now I have someone else who is especially close to me that I can see after school. I can't wait til they're ungrounded. ^O^

So yeah, I thought there was a place we could go to be alone until an old guy chewed us out how it's private property. D:< Stupid man. So much for that. >.<

But the good thing about our relationship is that my mom doesn't understand it. I don't eve think she cares about it. But that person can come over all they want, and mom wouldn't even know.

Call me a bastard, but that's how it works. Especially after what happened when I told someone else in my family about it. ;_; That hurt...

Okay, no more about that. I've given enough away about it. <3

So I locked myself out the car. Yay, useless cops. :'D

I think I'm a tool that my mom uses to make pictures for her friends and for family. I figured that out. Whoot to being used.

I showed her my grade card filled with A's. I just got a good job. I dunno. She wouldn't have cared if I'd gotten F's. What the point in trying to succeed in school?

I've learned I'm a whore, according to the voice in the back of my head. Yay. :'D

And I steal things. I mean, you'd think I'd steal things I need. I just get this huge adrenaline rush from stealing anything. Like an eraser. That's right, an eraser. I don't wanna steal, but it's hard to stop.

And mom says I'm the smart one. lolz

I love Pinky. And he loves me so. ^O^

Let's all pray for the pile of furs to occur soon. That would make me happy.

See, there's the whore in me coming out. Bad whore, bad.

I still don't have a job. I love being a failure in my mom's boyfriend's eyes. Even though I have flying colors in school or about things going on in my life. It's all about the money with them.

Maybe that's where I get it from...

People say to not be sad about my sister being pregnant. I think about a lot of things: What if she goes through some of the things I have? What if she is put into loneliness and has to turn to friends who make her feel better? What if she becomes bi and can't be open about it?

Nope. No worries at all.

And yes, I play for the other team. I don't care what people think any more. What's that saying? Those who mind mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. Yeah. That's it. Being with her makes me happy. I feel like I've found another part of me in her that can't be replaced. And I don't care what you have to say about it. kthnx

I already know I'm going to get a bunch of angry and disturbed comments about this journal since I said that, considering the last time I brought it up was when I brought up the rainbow bracelet story. People storming you, trying to find out if there's something wrong with you sucks...

For those who don't know the bracelet story, tough luck. I deleted that journal because I felt people cared more about what they said was wrong with me, rather than think of me as a person.

Maybe I'm just being too judgemental. But that's how it felt to me.

Well, I don't know what else to get all angry about, so I'll let you stop reading about my problems. Later.