I cry through my skin.

 I knew it was going to be a shitty day. I woke up in a room full of hung over people, tired as Hell, then had to track across town to be home in time for a phone call from Jordan's Mom that wound up being 7 minutes long and it was just long enough to tell me there's no way in Hell he's coming down here to visit and I get to go up there but we need a chaperone to make sure we don't have sex or do drugs.

 So then I go and cry a little bit and cut myself...Hurts. Walk to work and get told by my boss that she's worried about me and that everyone knows I'm still a fucked up drugged out bitch.

 Then I come home and when I ask my mother to drive and chaperone us she says ask my father.

-_- HE WON'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING!!!! He'll say it's my own damn fault or it's his fault or something and that he has no fucking time.

 I'm not going to get to see Jordan. Fucking great...All because my parents WON'T fucking watch me! I think I'll go cut my wrists now...Maybe then they'll learn where to fucking watch.