A new rant...

Well, here I am ranting again. As usual, I'm complaining. And here I am, complaining about my life. Okay, I'll keep it short and sweet...

It sucks.

Why? Let's see, every single *snsor words here* time my mom's BF is around, I get so *more sensor words here* depressed. It's not that I don't like the guy. It's that Mama doesn't give a damn that she always makes me go to Dad's every single *more and more sensor words here* weekend. Do you know what that frakin' does? It doesn't let me see my BFF. That's not it (though not seeing my friend is the 60% of the reason). What's else is that Mom doesn't understand I can't sleep at Dad's because I have issues. For the past year, I have been having issues with sleeping. I can't sleep since I've been so scared of people (due to clostiphobia (sp?), current events (threats and such (which is a big deal since it's a huge school), and past events (being bullied by others)) and that I have never felt abandoned (except that one time by my sisters at a football game, but it was okay, that was an accident and I had my best friend there with me) and I get even more frightened.

So there's my rant, cheers to that, I'm gonna go get drunk off of cola and hang Marluxia. Ciao. (but I'll still be on until I have to cook for my sis's b-day)