I haven't posted in quite a while, so I guess I'll fill you in on some things. Grammie died. The whole family (except for me) hates Karen's boyfriend. The Pacapelli sisters hate Anne Marie, even though she's really friendly, and great with kids. Puberty and bratty friends have turned Bridgette into a raging beast that draws sustenance  from the souls and blood of children. Dana hates me and apparently my sixty year old great uncle for no reason. My father has dumped Dana about 12 times, the latest dumping because of her clawing him and tearing his shirt off in public, but they'll be back together in no time. Keisha wants me to move back to Illinois, and I would love to be with her all year round, but my father is a drunken drugged up douche bag, and I can't live with him. It pisses me off that Keisha hung out with Allen more than me while I was there, and that he's always over there. I trust her, but she doesn't realize the way Allen looks at her. No one pays attention to me unless I'm doing something wrong. They've told me how smart I am my entire life, but they still treat me like a four year old. They only loved me when they could manipulate me, but I'm not cute anymore. Bridgette is their new favorite, and knows it, and tells me about it every chance she gets. My mother doesn't believe anything I say about the little brat. Keisha acts like I have no self-control, and never realizes when I'm joking. Every time I touch her in public she acts like I'm trying to fuck her brains out, not that I have to worry now that I'm six-hundred miles away. I tread on eggshells to avoid hurting her feelings, but it seems that she could care less about mine. I've been sitting here waiting for her to call for two days, and haven't heard a word. This year is my last chance to get my act together if I want to get into a decent college, but I'm supposed to drop everything to go back to the shit town that no one escapes from, to live with my dead beat dad, six hundred miles from all of my new friends. I love her, and I want to be with her, but I can't give up my entire future. There's no way in hell I'd be able to get passing grades, let alone straight A's, when I'm living in constant fear of what will happen to me or my dad. I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do. I'll probably be back with more later.
                                                                                                          
                                                                                                Fuck off,
                                                                                                           Roland.

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