Soooo everything just seems to go wrong...It seemed like Saturday started out good, then everything just went bad...I was stuck home alone again on a fucking Saturday night...No wonder why im continuing to get sadder and sadder, but that made me wonder, with all this pain, and hurt im feeling turns into anger and rage, and for some reason...im looking forward to it, I like being angry, its fun for me...but anyway, all my Saturday night consisted of was watching Free Willy, and getting pissed off cause I wanted a fucking whale as a friend, cause whales understand things humans can't...well i think they can , i dunno th Indian man in the movie seemed to think so...ok maybe I just need a dog, so I can cry to my dog, and he cant tell me how annoying my whining is, plus dogs are mans best friend, and they know when people are sad....I'm really trying not to use this freaking journal for my in depth stories about how pathetic my life is, and Andrew depresses me, but I don't give a shit...its more entertaining for people if they read my journal and say "wow his life sucks, makes mine ten times better" at least I can do that much for people...i dunno im sure I'll have something to complain and whine about tomorrow...