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Just had a LOL to myself. Dad told me to shut up. 
Sharing a room with dad #1. 

I know I have been whinging a lot, and I am sorry. 
One last thing though. I wish I had someone to spoon with tonight, or a hand to hold. I wish I could just ask someone over, he would most likely come too, but I can’t, and it makes me sad.  

I can only laugh at the fact that I am now living with my parents again, sleeping on the floor of my dads room, because there is no room for me in this house. I am commuting an hour to work, to then pay another $8-$12 for parking, as well as fuel. This is my life, and I can only laugh.