I have the biggest head ache right now. It seems like all I've been doing lately is crying. I'm about to pay off Nickolus's headstone and it's about to be put in. It seems like that's going to make everything 'final' I guess. Christmas was a disaster. I hated every minute of it. Everyone was here at my house. My little cousins messed up the computer and somehow they're dad was trying to ask what I did, and I hadn't even been on here in a couple weeks. That really pissed me off. My moms mom and brother and his kids came down on I think Sunday, and my uncles ex wife flew in from california and they all stayed here. My mom tried hinting around to me giving up my bed for them. I told her to get lost. I bought my big ass cumfy bed, and my big ass is the only one that's going to sleep in it. My dad's side of the family came a little later in the afternoon Christmas day (they all live here in dallas) and all they all do is run their mouths and they're loud and abnoxious (I take after them, but I don't think I'm as bad, of course...) and when there's like 5 or 6 of them all running their mouths at once, I couldn't take it. I just went to bed at like 8. I'm not looking forward to the new years coming up. I'm extremely tired of being by myself through all of this crap.Michael's in jail for a bond forfiture. All the money I wasted on getting him out of jail and look what it did for me. Nothing. $4,000 down the drain. And I'm not balling to throw away that kind of money. Luckily he has no bond so even if I were to get swayed into getting him out I can't. I guess that's a good thing. He does need to humble himself and realize what he's doing with his life. Too bad he probably won't even use the time to do that. He keeps blaming everything on me. It's all my fault. I should've never called the police. But the funny thing is, I didn't call the police. Someone else did because they heard us fighting. But whatever. Well I just thought I'd touch base and write a little bit.. I hope everyones holidays were better than mine.