I was here by myself. I’ve been calling my family all day long..well, my dad walks in a few minutes ago and I said “where have you been?” he said “a funeral.” I was like .”what? who died?” and he said “oh. Mr. Pete.”
WHAT? I didn’t know that! I mean, I knew they were going to do it and everything, but WHY DIDNT THEY TELL ME? I hate that.
My family never tells me anything. It’s like I don’t live here, I’m not their child..i’m not even a person.
I loved Mr. Pete…he was so sweet. i
i have to go now…
Xanga 