So here is the master plan. Somehow save up enough money to go to New York in the fall; Buy amazing tickets to go see Megan Mullally on Broadway; Somehow sneak backstage and meet her (getting a photo as prove of meeting her); steal something from backstage to comfirm my everlasting memory of that day, besides the photo and meeting Ms. Mullally.

I have to somehow sneak backstage before its over, and manage to sneak back out without getting caught and otherwise thrown out. I would hate to spend a thousand dollars and then get thrown out of the building before the performance is over.  I could try to sneak backstage after the show, but there is less of a chance of meeting her, because by the time I locate the dressing room, she might have already left, and that would suck.

Thus, thats the plan. I'm hoping its going to work, if it doesn't I'll just have to settle for watching the performance and being in a lovly city of New York. I just hope I can get enough money for a ticket, I need to get a job.

On another note, I hate it here. I'm sick of being here, I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. They only person close to my age, is a complete idiot, and I loath them. I truly do, and it makes it worse that my parents (atleast my dad) keeps trying to force said person on me. I do not want to hang-out with someone I loath. Its just not right. I never have tried to hang-out with somone I dislike, and when forced to I make fun of them. Only now I can't because its a work friends little useless child. They've taken everything I enjoy and tossed it out the window the moment I landed in this hell hole. Thats what they've done, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to run off to mexico, its like three feet away so it shouldn't be to hard. I'll hide out there until its safe to make the slow journey back home. I really can't stand it here though, It sickens me to even think about having to stay here any longer.

Not only that, but half the idiots back home aren't making any effort to keep in touch, and its not as if I can call them, because I don't know there schedule. Lucky bastards have a schedule. I'm stuck here, trying to keep my food down whilst thinking of home, and I have plenty of time to think because I can't sleep, At all! No, I'll try to sleep at night, and either half to get back up or lay in my bed for hours. And it only makes it worse that my parents seem determind to "brake" me from this "habit" and wake be up at like 11:30, which isn't early I admit, expect it is when you wern't able to fall asleep until around 6:00am.

No wonder I can't stand it here, I'm forced to be around people who are annoying and I want to choke.

I can't sleep when I want.

I can't do anything because I have no one to do anything with, unless who count my parents who don't want to do anything.

This place is like hell, and I'm getting sick of it. I can't stress that point enough, I'm sick of being here, And if they try and bring me back I'm going leave home before they can. I hate this place, and its not like it matters to them, they just think I'll "get used to being here" if I have to get used to being somewhere its going to be somewhere that I've decided to get used to.

Not some crappy place like this. I hate it, and always will.

I'm don't like to be told what to do, and I don't liked to be forced either.  I'm moving out at 18, thats just the end of it. I'm sick of everything, I love my family. But two more years of this already seems horrible.  Call me a dramatic teenager, but I really don't care. If I don't move out at 18, then I don't know what I'll do. I can actually go to college at 17 so maybe thats what I'll do, and I'll just move to college.  I'm sick of this place and I want to get out. But I have like a month and a half later.

They shouldn't send prisoners to jail, there is to much to entertain them. They should make them some live here, at this exact place with me. They couldn't handle it.

The ever brillant,

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