Came home early from the boyfriend's. Am now pissed.

Mother was yelling at me for spending too much time with him and for not picking up my phone. Wah, if you could give me the cash to get a better phone which doesn't jam so goddamn much maybe I wouldn't miss your calls. And you see your boyfriend everyday and you sleepover at his house too so I'm guilty of exactly the same thing you are. Talk of the pot calling the kettle black.

"But everytime I see you, I'd want to kiss you. Then how?"

The boyfriend has also announced that we can't see each other as much now because he doesn't want to give in to "temptation". So no holding hands, no snuggling into his arms, no more smelling his schtinkee neck. The girls are partying tomorrow and I had to turn them down. I could get through all these if I had cigarettes at bay... BUT I CAN'T SMOKE EITHER.

-goes into withdrawal spasms.

Okay, I shouldn't complain. It's going to be an extremely trying month. God, give me strength.