Hum.. writing here is very much theraputic.. Okay. So... I'm in Pennsylvania right now, with family. It's all dandy and such. I just walked over a mile up and down the neighbourhood, and now my heels are bleeding. It's 'cause I didn't wear any tenners. Bleh! I like my lace-less converses :D. But they hurt my poor little feet oh-so much. Oy.

Well now my mom has called her lawyers and the Virginia Circuit Court, etc. to try and put an "emergency restraining order" on my dad. Do I want this? Do I want something else? Do I never ever wanna see my dad again? It's all so very confusing. I think my mother assumes that I automatically just hate my dad after all that he's done. And I suppose I have good enough reason to. I just don't want him to do something drastic. Like kill himself. Or kill someone else. Or get drunk and drive his truck off of a cliff. But whenever I mention this, my mom just gives me a weird look and says all these bad things about my dad that supposively justify what she's doing. Hell, she can do whatever she wants. Sometimes, I think he would've been easier had he died or something. It would've been easier.. But life's not meant to be easy, is it?