My life has never been more messed up. I just got kicked out of my house last night and now I have to room with my best friend and her older half-brother until I can get stuff together so I can leave this stupid place. I'll probably end up taking the least expensive transport to New York, even though it's the most expensive city in the country. I still can't believe my dad kicked me out so easily; sure, he's been trying to prove I'm gay for the past five years, but someone always stuck up for me. Not anymore.
For the record, I'm not gay. I've been raised in a house of 6 females two 2 males. I'm more into art and nature than into killing animals for sport and bashing heads with other guys who've traded in their brains for testosterone overloads. I'm just a feminine 19-year-old (well, barely) who just can't make his dad proud of him.
I guess I can quit trying now, can't I?
I'll write more when something new has happened. Maybe when I'm on the bus/train/plane. Or hitch-hiking.
