So Im taking off. Finally, I get a break, I get the amazing freedom of being able to plunge myself into countless of hours of volenteer work. I can just relax, becuase I dont have to think about everything. Like how I am going to pay the some two hundred dollar my father is asking from me, when I get sixty dollars every other week, and I have to pay for my own phone plan now. Now hes asking for the like thrity dollars that phone costs, the phone that he got me like two years ago. Im starting to wonder, will he want to camera he gave me for Christmas back too? How about the tape player he got for me four years ago? Its just so low, and cruel. You knwo before he basically cut off my phone plan, I was thinking of calling him and asking how things were. Now, that I know he going to act like a dink, I dont think im going to be calling him in a long time. I wonder if he feels remorse? Possibly even sadness. Whatever, if he can be cold, so can I. Ill fucking pay rent if thats what it takes. Im under a riduculess amount of stress right, im this close to snapping, and just taking off. At least I get to get away for a while.