its 1:45 in the morning right now. i have to go my dads at nine. he called at one. he says his tomato plant is dead (it was fine this morning when i watered it) there are dishes everywhere (one in the drying part of the sink, already washed, and one it the other part to be washed that i forgot about since i cleaning other stuff) bottles are everywhere (there was one in the living room) my room is a mess (not that messy, not any worse than normal) and he doesent beleive my reason i didnt put the trash out (i thought tuesday was monday, and i was supposed to put the trash out on tueseday) i ******** hate him. he's such a ******** a*****e. i just want to run away right now. but i cant go to the one place i want to run away to because i cant just walk right stephens house while he's on vacation. but anyways i hate it i spent half an hour thinking of something that could happen (the worst case scenario) god. i'm still crying about it. i hate him and i still cant beleive my mom. he used to hit her and she knows he's pushed me and other stuff over small s**t too. and she didnt even try to get full custody of me and my sisters. ******** it.
MasterTater · Thu Jul 19, 2007 @ 07:47am · 8 Comments |