yesterday was supposed to be good. yesterday WAS good before we dropped off stephanie. i hate my grandma so much. she could care less about the things she does to me. i can't talk to her about it, because she won't listen. i can't write her a letter, because she wouldn't read it. i can go to her crying, because she'll overlook me. i can't do anything to get through to her. whenever i say she makes me wish i were dead, she says i'm just saying that to make her feel bad. when i say she's the reason i'm always sad, upset, or pissed off, she says "woah is me amber. quit blaming everything on me." she honestly doesn't care about me.

now i will go to baltimore if she wants me to or not. i just might not come back.

thank you to everyone that replied with nice things to my post yesterday, you all made me feel alot better.

why did my grandma have to throw away our jar top grippy thing that looked like a diaphram? i can't get my jar of baby food open. someone come open it for me >.< and bring a vat of anbesol maximum strenght gel with you too.

oh yes, and i wish lara would realize what a beautiful person she is, inside and out, because she really is.

i miss the brenda.

should i keep this icon, or replace it with my loverock av?

dude, now this has reached all sorts of fucked up. she had me on her friends list on blurty... found it on google my ass. i've been talking to her since i found out about this, and she hasn't said a damn thing yet.

moron breeding (2:33:40 PM): hey, just wondering why you stole my layout O.o
moron breeding (2:35:04 PM): ... not gonna reply?
moron breeding (2:35:51 PM): not only did you STEAL IT but you totally fucked it up too, good god.
moron breeding (2:37:27 PM): i'd really appreciate if you'd take it down
moron breeding (2:50:29 PM): OH and you're name is twitch too, how cute. it seems that stealing icons isn't your only problem, you like to snatch complete layouts. i guess your too much of a bitch to talk to me, so just take down my fucking layout.
moron breeding (2:55:30 PM): OOOOOH SO YOU FOUND IT ON GOOGLE HUH!? i'm so sure.
moron breeding (3:18:26 PM): dude, no shit. you had me on your blurty's friends list, no wonder i recognized the name and domain. gee, you are fucking low.

goddamnit, i love people. especially 14 year old hypcritical thief ass bitches.

i wish there was a way to tell you what i feel, but embarrisment, fear, and uncertainty keeps me well in check. i'm too scared to upset you and too scared i'd lose you in every since. i know you know to some extent, but not a whole lot. and i know your damn well smart enough to know i'm talking about you, but i wouldn't mention your name for the world, just incase i'm overlooked. i sit here and i feel so worthless because i can't do a damn thing to help you. my problems seem so immature and unimportant when i talk to you. i feel stupid because i can't even give good advice, i don't know what to say. i wish i could help. i want to be the prince on a white horse, and i can't.