SUP! YOUR LOVER IS HOME! Well not really. I’m really in L.A. I hate this place, no offense to the people who do like it….I just can’t see liking this place anytime in the near future. maybe it’s because I’m stuck in a hole in the wall apartment with my Fucktard father and his new bitchy whore. The only thing keeping me alive is my aunt. She stops by to feed me so I don’t starve. Dad eats before he comes home and the last time I saw Janet holding a pot it was to threaten the lazy shit who dragged us here. (only good thing she has ever done is yell at him) well whatever. I guess my reason for making this, my first and last journal, is to say I’m going to have to quit playing on deviantart until Tori can bring me his laptop. For now I’m having to resort to public libraries and the chick sitting next to me keeps looking at what I’m doing. It’s starting to piss me off so I don’t think I’m going to be doing this again. I might be able to borrow Stacy’s computer every once in a while but her parents hate me already so who knows how that will work. I don’t have anywhere else to go with this and my hour is almost up. So I’m going to end it here.