Dear Journal:

I am at Tara's right now. I'm staying the night with her because she doesn't want to be alone. We talked for a good hour and a half about a lot of things. I would tell you about them however they are completely confidential and I will always remain true to my word of confidentiality. However I will tell you this; I wish I could do something or anything for that matter to help. If I could give something like an arm or a leg if I knew it would help her out, you bet your ass I would.

I really do hope she'll find everything to be there and ernest.

I talked with my parents today for a good two hours or so just about shit. Nothing really specific but not just "oh, hey...how ya doin? ... so um yeah..." or whatever.

My brother (Dane) called my house today. That has just increased the phone bill by a MINIMUM of $7.00 because he's in prision and they make the inmates call collect. He talked with me. All he wanted to talk with me about was his speakers. He wants me to go and search the Internet for the best price for these stupid speakers, pay for them with my credit card, and then have my dad pay me back with the money from his bank account...Um, NO. Number one, I don't think he should be allowed to talk with other people. Prison was NOT meant to be an interactive, happy facility. It was designed to PUNISH people. Secondly, why should I waste my time considering past events. Thirdly, do it your own fucking self when (if and only if) "IFF" (the mathematical abbreviation for if and only if) you get out. You don't need the speakers or anything for that matter right now. It will be of no use to you.

My Seroquel has totally kicked in. I'm like dead tired. I've been trying to get a hold of BT but the stupid little fuck won't return my calls and BT's father is being a dick too. I think I should just give up on BT.