My family and Brown's family seemed to team up on Kitty's.  Apparently a barrage of E-mails and phonecalls reached Kitty's Mom, Dad, brother, and Kitty herself, on Friday.  It was mainly my Mom and my Dad's mom, but it was Brown's mother and a few of her close cousins, too.

I don't know what was said in the e-mails or the phonecalls, I haven't talked about it, but it was bad enough that Kitty packed up all her stuff and flew to L.A.  She said that she wasn't going to come back for me, that she couldn't be around me anymore.  She's gone, and I can't find enough in me to go after her.  I guess my family was right.  I don't really love her, after all.  I cried, of course I cried, and I'm sad, but I'm still functioning.

I don't know how Brown's doing, but I'm not mad at my Mom.  I'm mad as hell at my Grandma, because it was none of her buisness,  and I think that grandmothers should atleast call to check in every, you know, three years if they want to be a part of their grandchild's life.  Whatever,  from now on, I'm probably not going to talk about Kitty anymore, and I'm gonna be alot happier.

This is a mean, but maybe now I'll have a chance at salvation, now that I'm not a "Disgusting fag" that only has three rights, "1)AIDS, 2)HELL, 3)FORGIVENESS FORM GOD."  Man I hate roadside protesters.  That's taken directly from a sign outside my church, because people dissagree that 'Fags' should be allowed at my church,  when there are at least 15 of us that have been welcomed in open arms to the house of the Lord.  I hate protesters.