I'm scared. I feel like insanity is at my doorstep, and on thing will send it crashing into the door of my mind. If this is how all teenagers feel, I feel sorry for them. Though I doubt they talk to their personas, and ask them for advice in situations. That's what mostly makes me think I'm going insane.

My mom's boyfriend is moving in. It's inevitable now. I don't want it to happen. I didn't mind when Sherry became a second motherly figure, I love Sherry, she's a fantastic person and anyone would be lucky to have her as a mom. But I'm very connected to my Dad, I always have bee, moreso than I am to my mom, or at least in a different way. I don't want someone coming into my life and breaking into his role. I don't want someone in my life doing the things my dad can't do for me everyday because he's miles and miles away. I don't need for my Dad to come back, but I don't want anyone where he should be in my life. Until now my mom's boyfriends have only been my mom's boyfriends. People for me to verbally harass, and glean benefits from. Sure, they've all be nice guys, but I haven't had to face living with them, at least not for more than spans of a few days. My mom's boyfriend has been nothing but nice to me too, he bought me my loli zombie outfit, he's driving me to school, and he'd probably do more if i asked him. But I just remember how my Dad will sometimes say that he wishes he could be there in the morning to make me breakfast, and to help me with homework 

Here, I broke down crying, then snuck out for a long walk. By texting a friend who gave me incredibly sound advice, I was able to calm down. I've decided that interacting with Kitty, Rabbit, and Goggs are acceptable forms of sorting through my problems or what have you. Of course, returning home made my tension and dislike of my mom's boyfriend flare up again, but I figure I can cope enough to make it through dinner tonight. Especially if my three darlings are willing to help. I think I'm going to start running more.