March 24, 1992

Well, what a change of pace in one day. I called my mom from Superstore last night to find out if I could spend the night at Bon-E’s. I had all my clothes and everything over there, and it was already nine-thirty. She didn’t say anything at first, then she told me to hold on, so she could get the person she was talking to off the line. She came back and I said, "Well?" She told me, "Well, as of 6:00 this morning, you don’t live here any more." I asked her what she did and she told me that I wasn’t allowed in the house anymore. My mouth just sorta hit the ground. I said, "Well, I’ll see ya later, then." I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared. I mean, I wanted to get out of there, but it’s just that all of this is just so unstable. I mean, I don’t even know where I’m gonna live now. Bonnie’s dad is tired of this whole mess and I don’t blame him. I don’t expect him to take me in like a stray puppy, but I would be very grateful if he let me stay there, and just pay him some rent or something. This all sorta depends on what my dad says Saturday when he comes down here. If he lets me have my V.A. check, that would be the best thing that could happen to me, besides him bringing me a car that is. God, if I’ll ever need a shrink, I surely need one now. I’m just so young and I guess I don’t know as much as I thought I did. I’ve thought about going to her crawling nad kissing her behind just like I know she wants me to, but I’ll wait until at least Saturday and find out what my dad thinks I should do. God, if you’re listening, I need some help right now. Well, I’m sure this is enough for you to have to listen to, or read, as the case may be, but I plan to keep this to read 5 years down the road. Maybe I’ll laugh at it all, then….(written by the teacher in the margin: "and maybe not."