He's decided he's not ready to come home yet--too easily influenced by everyone's unsolicited opinions to stay another week. I made plans with his out-of-town friend for Wednesday--a friend who is not aware of any drug problem.

I'm upset. Some days I say my babs_sad journal days are over, that this chapter in my life is done. Other days shit like this makes me run here, not that I want to bleed all over this thing.

So, on the inside I feel like a field of daisies rocking back and forth in the breeze, under a beautiful sky, on a perfect day, with no one to see them.

At least I'm feeling daisies.