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dave better get here soon. or i'm just going to leave without him. which i really don't wanna do. i wanna chill with dave today. i love chillin with dave. he's awesome. i just need to get out of this house before my dad finds something else to fight about, or before my mom finds something else to bitch about.
i'm so tired. i barely got any sleep. i'm in withdrawal[sp?]. it's been an entire day since i've talked to/seen keith. i miss him. i didn't think i'd miss him this much, but i do. thank god for dave. he keeps my mind off missing him. i didn't go to sleep til like 4-5 this morning. i just couldn't sleep. after elyse called me, i could not sleep. i organized shit in my room, cleaned out this box and made it my new 'memory box'. i filled it with shit, like old newspaper articles, my ball chain, old notes, birthday cards.. yeah, i save all shit like that. then i went through all my pictures and fixed up my photo albums. and i wrote a letter. then i couldn't find anything to do, so i layed down and forced myself to sleep.
i woke up at about 10 and called dave. he didn't answer, cuz of course he was sleeping. i layed down, and he called back at like 11:30. i went to straighten my hair, so i could go to dave's. as i was letting it heat up, i went in my room and called nicole to ask if i could borrow some change, so i could take the bus back from dave's. she said yeah. as i was on the phone.... joey went into the bathroom, and burned himself with my straightener. not badly, he just touched it, and it was hot. so of course... asshole comes out of the room.. starts blacking.. i just locked myself in my room so i wouldn't have to listen. he threw out my striaghtener. i took it back and hit it downstairs in the hallway closet. he's awake now. i really wish dave would get here so i can leave before he realizes it's gone. i'm either going to bring it to dave's or nicole's. i'm just not bringing it back here. pathetic, isn't it? that i have to hide my shit in someone else's house, so my dad, whom is a guest in this fucking house wont trash it. god i hate him. i love him.. but i can't stand him in my house. he's so miserable, which makes my mom miserable. which makes her black on me for no reason.
i'm hungry, but i don't feel like eating. dave better get here. i think i might just go wait outside for him. or maybe i'll go to nicole's, and have my mom call me if dave comes. then again, i don't think i'm up for the walk to nicole's by myself. i dont fucking know. i need something to do. please, someone IM me -- laziebum69. if im not on, maybe that means dave finally showed up.
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