well, i cried all christmas, new years, and my birthday. fuck i hated it all. i loved being around people for once. thats a bad sign. dad left for iraq on my birthday. i saw him for about a half an hour. then my mom and brother left and took him to the base and i was home alone for almost hours.....then my darling jack came over for a while but he was sick...(so cute when hes sleeping =P ) but i did nothing on my birthday. i had at least hoped to go out for a while. but i didnt set foot outside my door. oh well, ive been saying that theres always next year. i dont think so now....
u know....i have a terrible need to hurt people....to just fuck them over mentally....lo