Welcome home Tessa Mae! Oh, my, God, her puppies are just adorable. They all look and act just like their mother. Anyway, my best friend’s parents had the nerve to accuse me of stealing money from their tennent. They say that because I have a track record with stealing that I am probably the one that took it. My friend told me that her parents and their tennent were saying some pretty nasty things about me. Well, fuck them. If their going to accuse me of stealing from their house without even thinking it could be misplaced makes me very angry. I’m glad that my parents are starting to believe me again because they told me they know I didn’t do this. I guess this is just something that’s going to follow me for the rest of my life. Also, since the whole getting a job thing hasn’t been working out, I think I figured out a way to get the money due June 6. I will let you know how it goes.
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I left the graduation party early today because I couldn’t handle watching everyone fit into their caps and gowns. I feel selfish missing the graduation itself. Just because I’m having a miserable time doesn’t mean that I have to make everyone else feel sorry for me. Anyway, it has been almost exactly one year since I was arrested for possession and trespassing. I have stayed out of trouble with the law for one year like I was supposed to, that was the deal. The only problem was that there was still a fine of $150 to pay by June 6th, otherwise all of the original fines are placed back on the table and I am facing the original $700 fine. I can’t let that happen. I don’t know what to do. I have less than two weeks to come up with $150.
We didn’t leave for Iowa today. We are hoping to leave sometime tomorrow or Monday, depending on how my mom is feeling. Anyway, I don’t know if I will have access to a computer while I am away, so don’t expect a new post until after May 28th. Today, the final issue of the school paper came out. Inside the names of all of the seniors and which colleges they will be attending were listed. Everyone was listed, including the few students who are not graduating this year. Everyone was listed, except for me. That’s when it really hit me. I’m not graduating this year. I don’t get to walk across the stage with my friends or go to the senior picnic. I won’t get to do any of that. At least not until college. Anyway, on a happier note, we found out that we will be able to pick our dog up in Illinois on Memorial Day. She was away in Missouri giving birth to seven adorable puppies. I guess I’m going to go to bed now. HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY everyone!
As Memorial Day Weekend gets closer, I just continue to dive deeper into depression. We are traveling to Iowa to see my cousin graduate from high school. Why does this depress me? I am a senior in high school and should be graduating this year, but I’m not. When I transferred schools at the beginning of the year, none of the credits I earned at the other school were transferred back to the school that I am currently attending. Therefore, I am forced to re-take a semester as a super senior to earn the credits I need for graduation. This, of course, is not something that I am proud of or like to talk about. My mom, however, feels the need to tell everyone she has ever met that I am not graduating on time. I would love to wear a cap and gown and walk across the stage with my class. I would love to go to the Senior Picnic and enjoy myself. I guess these are just things that I am never going to get to do until college.
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To start off my wonderfully sucky spring break, I got caught stealing from my parents and wound up living with a friend for four days. They took my key, which I still haven’t managed to get back and I am on house arrest for quite some time now. I’m not aloud to leave without permission and when I do leave it has to be for a good fucking reason. I am only aloud to have two friends over at a time and they have to be approved first. On top of all of this, I filled out a lengthy police report today because while I was on hiatus with my parents, I got robbed. My iPod was sold for drug money and I am assuming the money that was stolen was also used for drug money. Losing my cigarettes wasn’t that big of a deal, but the fact that I was robbed hurts.
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Stuff is fucked up. Yesterday I was having a good, i’ll be it slightly depressing day at home. Despite recent incidents, my mom and I were getting along fine. Then, this morning my brother catches me in his room and accuses of me of trying to steal money out of his wallet. Yes, this is true and because of my history it would make sense that he would accuse me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I need money. It sucks that the people you hurt the most are the people you’re closest to.
