theangrysloth

Wow. It's hard to keep a journal when you're miserable. There's just never anything to say.

Last night I had dinner at the Mandarin with my dad and his friend. It was alright. Talked more about when I was tiny; that kinda crap. I'll get used to being around him again. I know I will. Perhaps I just have to move out of my stepdad's house first. Yeah, perhaps.

I was also supposed to meet up with a girl I was hanging out with a bit about a month ago. But she cancelled. Then she said to call her anyway by the end of the night, which I did. She never picked up. Surprise.

Then I drank at the bar.