My room is almost totally moved around. I have room for another shelf now, maybe two. I have no floor space though, unless I put my bed up.

I have an office space, a sleeping space (my bed) and a library...all the dang books. I have to work on the closet next :-(

I'm not pregnant, and thanks to Advil I survived the hormonal backlog of pain. I found out today that one of my friend's daughters is pregnant, though. She's 16.

My mother would have killed me.

My mother would still kill me.

My mother still thinks my boyfriend is just a friend after 4.25 years.

I wish I could live a life where things like being able to work, and getting pregnant, and having a good boyfriend weren't bad things.

Everything is so backwards in my life.

Tomorrow I have to do a lot of club things, so the earliest I will be able to write in my locked diary is Friday.

I'm running out of money fast. Expenses are higher now that its winter.

Our bathtub is dripping too.

I think I'm going to read something and go to sleep.

I hope we move into a nicer and quieter place next time, with air conditioning. My getting through college depends on it.

I now have two crap boxes. I should get rid of that stuff.

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