>Razed In Black - Power

Christine wants me to get her piercing needles from Parkway Feed, and Danielle told me that there was a head shop in our city. I’m beginning to love Crescent City, I can’t help it. Once my dad gives me the money for my chores, I’m going to the military surplus store, they had some amazing stuff that I saw through the window. I’m going to hit the thrift shops first though. I can’t wait until I get money.

Out of the blue, Stephanie Depee showed up at my door Thursday night, she says she’s homeless and needs a place to sleep for a night. Now she thinks she lives here, and I’m going to have to wait until tonight to see if she’s coming back. Danielle and I hung out all day today, we were supposed to go to Christine’s party, but it turned out Christine’s mom couldn’t give me a ride. Towards the end of the day, we were kind of glad we didn’t go. Dani’s tooth was killing her, and I was tired as hell. And she told me that Christine and Dana were going to get me drunk and strap me down and put a dress on me. I’m stronger than both of them, it would be refreshing to knock out Dana, but still, that’s fucked up. Real friends don’t do that. I miss Trisha, she gave the group sanity, now with Christine and Dana as the dynamic duo, Dana’s insanity blows everything way out of porportion. I feel sickened by them. Oh, I asked my dad if I could get money for doing chores, he said yes, I’m going to help him paint the house next weekend, and I’m going to be vacuuming and washing the dishes. Well, Danielle and I had a good time, and the weekend will be perfect if Stephanie doesn’t show up. I talked with Steph’s mom, and basically her mom has done everything in her power to help her daughter, and Stephanie doesn’t give a fuck. All she wants is to use people, and if they don’t give everything they have (including their future) to her, she says they are assholes. She is malignant. I’m going to tell her that she has to be gone by the end of the weekend. I’m not kicking her out into the cold, she can go to the womens’ shelter. I miss the people that hang out at the college. I can’t wait for school to start. Oh, I told my mom the whole situation with Stephanie, and she e-mailed me back a message that said one word: “whatever”. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT A BITCH. DIE. She doesn’t fucking care about anything that’s important to me, and she doesn’t care about my problems. I fucking hate her.