fuck off.

jan18 09  

shittiest fucking birthday of my life. somehow the parties they threw at the orphanage, just another reminder of how long i'd spent there, were better than this. jonah loved to bake. one of the only things he could do without fucking up. i didnt get cake this year.

i cannot believe i miss him.

jan19 09  

thatcher came over today. he said something came up, but decided to bring me a late birthday gift. a small paranormal book. not sure if i want to think about ghost hunting right now, but i couldnt even be mad. i appreciate it. a lot.  

being raised without a proper dad REALLY fucks you up.