I'm home again, but my parents may as well not even be here. It's like they're already dead. All they do is sit around complaining about their jobs and watching TV. That is when they're even here.

Summer's been gone for two weeks now. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know if I can go on. Troy keeps calling too. At least he's still here.

Summers a funny name for a goth kid. Hey, do you remember when you came over here for the first time? I thought grandpa was going to have a stroke!! Haha. I've never seen him be so weird. Its like he knows he shouldn't say anything, but he cant help himself. He just kept shooting goofy insults at us hoping to get us pissed off, but they were just so lame. We just kept laughing at him and he got so mad. He fell down and dropped that glass on the front porch, whisky and glass went everywhere. I thought grandma was going to beat the shit out of him. He'd probably like that.