Count Dracula

It ceases to amaze me at how SICK I am of being here. Not like the "ohh my life sucks I'm going to commit suicide to make everyone know how much I've suffered" kind of thing. If anything, I'd keep taking this pain just to spite them. As the time I'm forced to spend here diminishes, along with my privileges, I'm noticing how hard it is to stay happy and pleased with the way my life is going. As of right now, I have no car, no phone, and I'm being forced to move in with my mother in Temecula. Ohh joy! 85 days until I'm 18, 114 days until I graduate. It seems like NOTHING, and yet the days continue to drag on. I cannot stand it. Literally counting the days.