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Oct. 22nd, 2003 | 10:56 am
music: His voice on the phone :)
Its come to my attention that whenever one part of my life is going well, another one is suffering. Tim keeps calling me and its really sweet. I really like him. But at the same time my home life is so fucked up. My Mum wants me to go yet another refuge because she can't handle me being here anymore. I don't know what I want. I hate feeling like shit everyday but I also just can't be fucked to move into another youth refuge and start all over again. I really don't know. I wish me and my parents got a long. But we just don't. Its impossible. I am not the daughter they wanted. They think their hearts are broken because of me and I have to go again and fend for myself. I really don't know. I just don't know at all. I can't even be fucked with all this extra stress right now. I want to disappear or something. That would make me happy.