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It enough to make me crazy.

The only reason I'm home right now is because of my cat. If not for him I would still be gone. I'd been missing from home for a week now. Told mom that I was 'housesitting.' James' grandma died and his dad left for california for the week so I was there. It ended up being for a lot longer than expected. I supposed in the beginning that I would stay for a night or two, sunday and monday because james had to work for the rest of the week, but it ended up being from sunday until 12:30 today when I called mom to pick me up from work. So while work pulled me back I didn't have to stay. I could have gone back to matt's where layton is now. But I've really missed cryshade this week so that's why I'm not. Too bad that excuse ended up being pointless. Haven't seen him at all since I've been home. Think he's avoiding me.

So here I sit, hating myself, hating here and feeling guilty for both.

I have to work again monday and I'll be all by myself again tomorrow night. Layton is going to the noc-noc. As always.

Spent over 100 dollars in less than 24 hours. None on myself. You would think it would make me feel better, but it doesn't. I feel worse.
I'm cold.
And most of all.
I'm lonely.

I need a calander.

Do you ever think of me?

Picture of the day: Li'l Pun'kin