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What have I gotten into?

No really. What is all this? It's like I avoided one fire to find myself in a stack of kindling with a dancing match chorus line. This shouldn't have been a big deal, it was supposed to be come home, get grounded, do the right thing and then... I don't know. Go to Cambridge like Dad wants. Go to the Sudan and teach children how to read. Move out west and live in a little cabin in the woods for a bit and ...

Now I'm here. Christian's worried about something so I'm worried about something. Sammy's come to stay and oh yeah, down the hall is Norman Osborn and Richard Fisk. hgbvjjmjs Somewhere, my father is laying an egg. Seriously.

oh god he was right, wasn't he? I feel like such a jerk.

Tomorrow I talk to Mom. Not just go get inspected and hug and some really nice shoes, but a real talk. I mean it. Dad's not going to talk to her, so I gotta be the next best thing in Worthington interests. Time to get some pluck.

Really.
i am so bad at this.