Boston.

I'm over at Boston now. Spending time with Joel. Its been about 2weeks now.

Its freezing here.

The first week worked out well. But, this week, we've been arguing more than ever. Its terrible.

I don't know if I love him. I don't know what's love. Like I've always said... We are capable of conditioning ourselves into feeling any way about someone as long as we are determined enough. Thats how sick it gets.

I know for sure he's very much into me. And, my possible 'meal ticket' to escape, the family.

Haven't seen 'the family' in ages (6months?).

I was never too happy home, if you my faithful readers rememebered.

Too much obligations, too much unhealthy word exchange, too much secrets and unwritten rules.

Chaos.

Sugardaddy's constant text messages are adding to my annoyance with my obscure life. He doesn't 'own' me, he should know that. Furthermore, he was sneaky missing payments a couple of times.

I hate that he is trying to pry into my private life. What a shithead.

When I left... I refused to meet him again. Its getting too much. I hate it when he wants me to say things to him I dislike.

' Kate, tell me you love me'

I stared at him blankly.


No, I don't love you fucking old man.