I went to group with sara and bt and bt's brother scott. I'm not forced to go like bt and scott, but it was an interesting experience. I had to say my name & how long i've been clean for.

Actually thats what the woman wanted me to say, but i stole sara's car keys and left and drove around and around and around.

BT really likes sara again, and i think im jealous, because no one cares for me the way everyone else cares for somebody.

I take solace in the fact that i am independent, but no one ever quoted a person talking about being an independent person, nor did anyone write a bestselling novel about it either.

grr.

I am very depressed right now, probably because dad keeps running into the room exclaiming that a baby is on the cover of time magazine. Little fetus floating in magazine pictures in hardly exciting, considering

I was born 3 months early and all i got was an article written by my father, about me in Wisconsin's the Capital Times. I could be world famous right now diary.

poop.

but I also ate a McDonalds Apple Pie and my tummy seemed to adore that so

yum yum yum

=) <3