The Freak Is [Really] Home.
Today, I woke up in my own bed. Okay...my own couch.
The girl's house & the guy's house went on a day trip.
I found it quite pointless...
I mean, they're driving 3 1/2 hours away
to spend a couple hours out for lunch.
Plus, long car rides + me do NOT get along.
Sooo...the staff people let me come home for the day.
I can come visit here whenever, I just can't live here.
They dropped me off at some insane hour, before 8 A.M.
I was up until 2 or 3 last night coughing,
so needlesss to say I was incredibly tired.
I opened the door and practically passed out on the couch,
with Willie [my cat] trying to find a comfortable position close to my head.
I slept for 3 hours, and woke up when my dad came in.
He didn't say anything to me at all.
Usually that wouldn't bother me,
but lately he's telling my mom that he wants to be "an involved father."
Yet when I'm around, he acts like I'm invisible.
*cough* Hypocrite. *cough*
I'm glad they're splitting up.
Then it'd be more likely that my mom would take me back.
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