Well things have been crazy recently, I don't know why exactly, they just have been. well I moved on a whim back to my dads house. And then realized that she wasn't going to let me get back my stuff. So I really need all of it, and she wont let me have it."She" being my mom. And I'm excited about going back to Hephzibah, but I can't get my transcripts because my mom wont let me, I need parental permission, and she wont help me. God right now is when the weight of the world really just crushes me. but I guess when everything is over, it'll be over. But if I can't get it soon, then I will get the cops to help me get it. But yeah, I've been through a lot of stress lately. And its all negative stress, I haven't seem my boyfriend, in three weeks now, we're not going to work out for much longer, especially when I'm at school here, you know... I miss my house, I miss my bed, but most of all I miss my CLOTHES, and she won't let me have any of them. Every time I try to talk to her she tells me never to talk to her again, never see her again, and don't think of ever stepping foot in my house again. WEll I know most of that is anger, but really is she going to help anything.


Looking back at all the stuff that I've written, I see how immature I was back then, I never had a complete thought without being negative. I mean I realize that I was only fourteen but really I had some serious problems going on. I don't know what I'm going to do right now, I don't think I'm going to go back there, but I despritely need my stuff...