New York

This night was the first time I'd seriously considered suicide or taking off.
My dad makes me feel like shit, and my mom has started to not be much better.
I think the only thing keeping me here is my promise to myself to move to Manhattan soon. New York is beautiful, and I'm looking forward to not being picked out and blamed for everything, not being yelled at, shoved around. I'm looking forward to becoming another face in the crowd.

Dreams

Two nights ago I dreamed that I had (very... very hot) sex with a very good friend of mine. We're both girls, and I consider myself straight.
Needless to say, I'm confused as hell.
Not only was I the top in this particular dream, but I seemed to really like it.
Last night, I had a dream that I was in a circle of people whom I did not know, passing around a blunt. I've never smoked anything before, either.
The sheer coincidence of it all is eerie.

Welcome

I guess I'm just doing this to vent, to get my life out here. Read if you'd like, I hope to post as much as I can.
Enjoy