i can't read some people's diary entries at work for some sillyass reason, so feel free to email me what's going on.
what i wrote on friday:
//Fast friends -- Jack and Cap't'll do that to you.
I cut last night, and tonight, I glared until he turned off the TV and made me focus on him.
And if it weren't for me, he'd move home to Illinois and I'd promised myself that I would never form my life around another so that makes me nervous, but I'm only 18 so what do i know.
I. Am. Only. 18. And I can take care of myself. And, and! I can take care of another human being, financially and emotionally, as well as a fucking dog.
I am only 18.
"And that is the point."
I am only 18. And I have a career and I pay bills early and I maintain friendships and relationships and everything just fine.
And i can do anything right now and I can only do more from here.//
stress, and the like. more later.