Stolen Life

I'm sopost to be asleep right now, Ha! Not happening. Its hard to sleep in the back of a truck with your mom driving furiously to who knows where. Jasmine is sleeping...I think...*taps her nose* she's not moving. *flicks her ear* Yeah she's asleep. I have a suggestion for this blog. Or an idea, I was thinking, I should probably have dialogue in this. It could get boring reading only my thoughts. I guess that's what a blog is for anyway. I've read several other blogs to get an idea on what they are more about. Man were they stupid. "My boyfriend broke up with me I don't know what do!" How about this, get a life! "I'm nervous about my school's musical auditions" Well, lets count the people who care. I mean really? I guess the point of a blog is to express your feelings... which is what I'm doing. I guess I'm just in a bad mood and thats why I'm snapping on people. Ugh, I really shouldn't be doing this blog anyway. :| If they catch us...I don't even want to think about what they will do to us. They already took my dad away...My dad. He was a charming man. He always knew the right thing to say or to do. He was the love of my mother's life, and now because of one simple mistake he made..he was taken... his life was taken. His life was stolen.