|Current mood:|| depressed|
|Current music:||hang-matchbox twenty|
i hate my dad so fuckin much. i hate myself, i hate my whole fuckin life right now. i wish everything would go away.
movies. seven o'clock. me, my dad, and my gramma. stand up. hmm, all three of us were sposed to the movies, but guess what, charles (my father) stands me up, and leaves me going to the movies with my gramma. but thats ok, i expected it. so the movies over, me and my gramma are walking outta the theater, but guess who standing at the door. my former BEST friend who got mad at me on tuesday. not a glance, he knew i was there, but he didn't look twice. always makes me feel better.always does. that just took a couple points off the esteem scale. so i dont get mad, but i go and see another friend across the street, and my dad pulls up, so i get in, and he says "stop slamming the door" before a fucking hi. didn't say one word, not even after i got out of the car. and i come in crying. im sorry, but im just alittle down. i think i'll go and try and cheer up...Thomasina