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mom, come on. stop your blubbering.
you complain that you don't get enough sleep slash have time to do your schoolwork but you make absolutely no effort to make things better. you don't need to catch up on sleep when you get home from your tiresome day. do school work first. then you can sleep until morning. there, magic. &&& you say you don't goof-off& waste time, but yeah, ya do. so, here's some advice you'll never get: grow the fuck up.
you know, i'm not myself. ever. i can't say what i want to because i might cause my mom more depression. i can't ask certain things in fear of her getting mad. i can't do some things that my mom doesn't like. like go to wild bill's or dye my hair. my dad will let me.
i'm thinking of going to go live with my dad. but my mom would die. she said she'd commit suicide if she went back to jail. ohmygersh mom, stop being so... mylifeissooterrible.
i really do think living with my dad would be better for me. maybe after eigth grade i could, go to a new high school, do new things && meet new people. my dad lives with his parents & they will support me with everything i do. they have the almost perfect life all set up there in atlanta.
i need to stop convincing myself that i have the nerve to go do that. maybe they could have joint custody like now, but backwards.
today i peed on a bug.