So it hasn't been long and i have arrived in hell. I wish i was back with my mother nad making her feel better. Sometimes when i think about how bad she is getting i wonder if she is thinking about how strong i bveing or how weak i am. So far i have cried my eyes out when i go to sleep. I know i have to start school tomorrow, James said so. He thinks he can just walk into my life and be my father but somehow i don't think thats possible. its like my heart is on guard and it isn't gonna break down its walls for him at all. His house is huge to me, im use to a traile, not use to a house. He lives here by himself with his dog, its a Great Dane named Noxville. He is a nice dog and so far he sleeps at my bedside, i wonder what dear old James thinks about that.