I should write a book...

At least I can tell you I am bored enough to do such a thing. My mother and I had dinner and then got into the hugest fight ever. We're sitting there, with, what was supposed to be a nice dinner, and I began crying my eyes out. I just wish that she would see things the way they were and that I am so unhappy with everything. I can say that this is the most unhappy Christmas Eve of my life. At least this time last year I was plastered beyond belief.

Well, Sarah says I should write a book and unlike all those other people out there I wouldn't even have to make anything up. I would ofcourse change everyone's name like I do on here. That way no one can stop me from talking all the shit that I want to. I realize, though, that if the people I know read this they would at least suspect I was talking about them. They probably would. Some people call me mean for saying some of the shit I say about people on here. I'm not a mean person by nature. I'm just bluntly honest. If you don't want your name dragged through the dirt stop behaving in a manner that would cause others to want to do such a thing.

I've had dreams about Jason lately. Who wouldn't? If he hadn't gotten that god awful hair cut he could have done some modeling. But, hair cut or not, he's still gorgeous. He's that guy you know will never be yours so instead he becomes your fantasy boy. Jason's deffinitely that alright. His main problem is that he's too beautifully fucked up for his own good.

Well, everyone, happy early Christmas. Everything always is alright on Christmas. I get some sort of token of love or giftcard. And then I shop. For that moment all of my problems go away. Either way I'm seeing my sister tommorow...