I just want to FUCK YOU to everyone who has me in this past month.
You people have no fucking idea what hell I have been through,
and one day,
when You understand,
You will come CRAWLING to me appologizing.
I'm a firm believer in Karma and she will get You all back for everything.

On a lighter note,
I can be myself in this journal.
That's good.
And I miss all my friends back in New York.

Two good things about Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania are:
(B)Randi and Spike Kid.
And this kid Steven,
but he doesn't count.
Otherwise,
I hate this place.
I have to find an inexpensive disposable camera.
I promised Faccia I would take pictures for her.

Another new Xanga.
It's pointless really.
That's why this one's for me.
I don't care who reads it.
I don't care what I write in it.
I'm not holding anything back.