I officially hate my life. 

After putting up with all of my Dad's shit for almost 21 years it's come to him getting into a car accident and going to jail for being drunk for my mother to finally decide it's time for a divorce.  I can't believe she didn't ditch him after catching him with drugs six months ago.  I'm so thankful that my college education is paid for because this is definitely going to put a strain on mom's finances.  I'm going to lose everything that means something to me.  Mom's already said we won't be able to keep the house, not that my asshole of a father would let us if he could.  I've lived here for 10 years and having to see it all disappear cuts me to the core. I don't know what to do, I can't seem to find the strength to stop crying.  And it's not even crying for him, it crying because I'm losing everything at an age where things should be a lot more stable.  If only this could have happened when I was little.  Forgetting bad things like this is so much easier when you're little. 

I don't know what I need right now, but I know I need something.  I know there won't be any sleep tonight and if my body does surrender it will be restless sleep. 

This summer has been pretty uneventful other than the Professional Education Preparation Program, or PEPP for short.  I got to see 2 C-sections, a facial reconstruction, and spent the day in a pediatric office. I loved every minute of it and wish it would have lasted longer.  Now I'm just counting down the days until college starts.

I've basically been catching up on my favorite tv shows like So You Think You Can Dance, Royal Pains, True Blood, and Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood.  I'd love to discuss these shows with anyone if they're looking for someone else who watches them.

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