We're gonna be up all night.

Things have been moving fast for me in the past week.

Right now, I live with my mother. It was a horrible idea, but it was all that I had left. I need to save money, and she seemed like the only place left to go. We were getting along alright, but her and I have an intense history. I was emancipated at 16 because of her. So I'm not sure WHY I thought this would be a good idea, but I did.

Now, she's kicking me out. I have 30 days to get my stuff together and get out.

I don't know where I'm going to go. Mike and I are pretty much done. I'm tired of being treated like shit.

When I found out that I was getting kicked out yesterday, I left the house and started wandering. That's what I do when I get upset- I wander around until I get lost.

I walked for about an hour. I got lost somewhere on Westminster Avenue, and then I sat down and cried for about 10 minutes. Mike called me, and he heard that I was upset, so I told him what was going on. He said, "Well, the only thing I can think of is for you to move in here." I told him I didn't want to do that, but he ignored me and said, "I don't really want that because you're hard to put up with. You don't do anything, and it's more of a hassle than it's worth." I told him, "Look, I just told you, I don't want to move in with you, anyway." He screamed at the top of his lungs, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!". So I hung up on him.

What kind of friend trashes you when all you need is a "Woah, that sucks. Let me know if I can help."? Really, that was totally uncalled for.

So I texted Rob. I told him I was somewhere on Westminster Avenue, although I didn't know where, and asked him to come get me. He did. I was actually pretty shocked- I've known this guy for about 2 months, and he's out roaming the streets looking for me.

I got in the car, crying, and he asked me what happened. I told him, and then he said, "Well, I'm moving into my new place in 30 days. You could move in there. I mean, the timing is perfect." I'm not sure if he was serious or not, but he made me laugh, and that was all that I needed. We drove around for 2 hours, and then he took me to watch his band practice.

I keep wondering if there's not something to this guy. He's new, he's really nice, he seems to actually care...and my GOD, is the sex ever good. He was over yesterday morning, before all the shit went down, and it was just...fantastic. He kept staring at my chest, saying that he was trying to use his telekinetic powers to remove my sweater. I told him it was awkward, so he said he would flip the awkward switch off. He reached behind his head and pretended to flip a switch, and then he immediately leaned over and kissed me, to my surprise.

I thoroughly enjoy kissing him, which is weird for me. He has a very distinct taste, and I've grown to really, really like it. I usually don't kiss someone I'm not attached to, but it just feels right with him. Like, it would be sex without kissing- at least, with him.

He even brought out his dom side. He pulled my hands above my head, and lightly choked me twice. I was excited to see him bring it out, and I'm anxious to see how much deeper into it we can get.

I don't know what's going to happen in the next month. I really don't. I don't know where I'll be living, or how much money I'll have. I don't know anything, actually. But...as scared as I am...I'm also kind of excited. This could be my chance to really, REALLY start over. This might be it.