I'm only mildly depressed today. I've got an insanely long streak of writer's block (it's been haunting me for a year) and the only time I actually wrote anything worth reading was when I snuck a few pieces of paper and a pencil with me on my four-hour trip to Hershey Park. And when I got home and thought I might try to re-type it on my laptop and keep working with it I epic failed. That's not even what I'm really upset about. My parents won't let me see Katelyn. At least my dad won't. He is so close-minded with me being a lesbian. He says, and I quote, "You are my little girl and I don't want you going to Hell". I want to punch him in the face. Dee, on the other hand, doesn't see why I can't see her as long as we're supervised. Okay. I get that. But why I'm allowed to talk to her on the phone and only see her when giving her a birthday present but not allowed to actually SEE her I don't understand! It's almost been seven months since I've been with Katelyn. I was hoping dad would have cooled off a bit by now. I guess... I'm just going to have to wait a little longer. A really need some assistance...