wrong

fostering dog numero tres. except mom doesn't know about this one. it's just... this is the only thing that makes me feel needed. like i'm actually doing something with my life.

i miss my old roommate. not because i miss living with her [because i don't], but because i miss our friendship. it was probably more effort on my part than hers, but i still miss it.

i know i'm in an unfortunate place when i see the unattainable boy i like, and wish his facebook status' were about me... and not the girl he's engaged to. yeah... i went there.

and i'm mad at my dad. i don't know if i ever was NOT mad. his seeming lack of desire to actually be a father is irritating. it's even more irritating that he seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that he ever did something wrong to me. when in reality he did LOTS wrong.