Well, this is it. I'm really thinking about not showing up, but I have to if I want to provide any kind of life. I can't listen to Blind Melon anymore without breaking down into a sob. I'll come back for 4 weeks in September. Around September 20th I think. I hate this. I really don't want to go. All I have to do is stop myself but I can't. My eyes hurt. I spent last night with Kurtis, Chris and Chad. We watched The Omen. We got pulled over before we got to the movies and the cop gave Kurtis a warning. I'm thinking about what I want to do today. I'm thinking I should stay. I'm also thinking I should go. Sgt. Dart is a dick. I wish he would have just listened to me when I told him I didn't want to go. Now it's all up to me. Nick tried to start some shit. He told Kurtis that I fucked his life up because he quit his job. His boss told him that he would have to work a little harder because he wasn't really doing anything. He said he was going to call CPS and have me kicked out of my house. Then his plan was to wait until I moved in with Sarah and call FAFSA so I couldn't get any money for college. I went over there yesterday and he didn't say a word to me. He needs to grow up. I didn't know that people could be so two faced. I guess friends change with the direction of the wind. In anycase, direct your comments here over the weeks. I may be here and I may not. I have to go think about it for a while.

Dylan