The post from last night, just as an fyi, was about my Mother. I'm not going to go into it at the moment, so let's just say things aren't in a good place there.

In the meantime I had a misunderstanding over the content of said entry with another friend. Them beliving that I was talking about something they wrote in one of thier diaries, leading them to take the access to it away from me. The access to their diary is their perrogitive, it was the circumstances of it that were frustrating.

As I sat there and read over an email explaining why this happened, I just started to cry. Right here, at the computer, at my Dad's house.

It wasn't my friend directly. I sat here feeling sorry for myself. I felt like I had hit another in a long line of fuckups that seem to drive people away from me.

It stung, but in the end it was really me being overly sensitive because of all the other things going on in my life right now.

Of course, by the time I realized this I had already let my mouth-- or my fingers, as the case may be, get the better of me and was basically a total bitch without good reason.

For a moment, it almost made me wish I had wrote the entry before meaning something else so I could at least have had all this happen for good reason.

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I need to get rid of this headache, this entry is getting more and more difficult to write. Point in case, I've been trying to write the previous sentence for the last five minutes so it would make some sort of sense.