My aunts.

My mom and I fight constantly. We can't get along and I hate her. She's lied to me so I lie to her. She's been heartless so I act heartless toward her. I'm exactly like her but she says I'm nothing like her, nothing like my father, and she doesn't know who I came from. I also deserved to get hit by a car since I lied to her about where I was that night. Anyways the point is that she kicked me out friday after school. I'm living with my aunt and I have a forever open invitation to live with my best friend Bobbi Joe if need be. I love it here. It's quiet at night but I don't feel alone. During the day it's impossible to stay in one place so your interacting with everyone and I feel so loved. Also my aunt has set rules for me. My mom didn't have anything to abide by. It's just you ask and you have no clue what kind of answer you'll get. I like to have rules to follow and have an idea of what she'll say. I also like that they don't intrude on my business or ask constantly whats wrong. Their just hear for me and all ears when I need to talk. Their very understanding and for the first time in so long, I feel like I have a home. &Not just one home. I have two. One here and one with Bobbi. I'd have to say, even though I've lost my mother and my brother and I miss my little brother and my dog like hell. I am one of the luckiest girls in the world. This is all for now, but I'll write back soon. Good night. Good life.