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Wow...
I just got back from the Emergency Room.
Me and my dad got into a HUGE HUGE fight and I don't really wanna go into too many details, but after yelling for about 10 minutes, he told me to leave so I got up to go and then he said he was gonna call the cops...It was so stupid because he told me to go.
Then I went to my brother's room, but he was no help and I didn't wanna listen to my dad and I went to my room and he wouldn't leave me alone and he was talking all this crazy shit about sending me to a Children's Shelter since I didn't wanna be at home or calling an ambulance and I dunno what else.
He called his stupid First Sergeant because he supposedly has to or something and I had to go for a stupid walk with her and they talked me into going to the Emergency Room to talk to an on-call phsychiatrist because I "obviously had a lot going on and needed to talk to someone"
My dad said he could tell for a month that something's been wrong with me.
Really funny, because fucking nothings wrong.
But luckily the phsychiatrist wasn't there and I was really glad because I didn't wanna talk to someone that wouldn't understand anyway.
But I did have to wait around for over and hour and tell some wierd lady when my last "menstrual cycle" was. (she was a nurse, not some random person)
God, I'm so tired. I kinda wanna just get Christmas break over with so I can go back to school so I have something to keep my mind off of shit.
But I also want it to last for a lot longer.
I think I'm gonna attempt to sleep.
I just got back from the Emergency Room.
Me and my dad got into a HUGE HUGE fight and I don't really wanna go into too many details, but after yelling for about 10 minutes, he told me to leave so I got up to go and then he said he was gonna call the cops...It was so stupid because he told me to go.
Then I went to my brother's room, but he was no help and I didn't wanna listen to my dad and I went to my room and he wouldn't leave me alone and he was talking all this crazy shit about sending me to a Children's Shelter since I didn't wanna be at home or calling an ambulance and I dunno what else.
He called his stupid First Sergeant because he supposedly has to or something and I had to go for a stupid walk with her and they talked me into going to the Emergency Room to talk to an on-call phsychiatrist because I "obviously had a lot going on and needed to talk to someone"
My dad said he could tell for a month that something's been wrong with me.
Really funny, because fucking nothings wrong.
But luckily the phsychiatrist wasn't there and I was really glad because I didn't wanna talk to someone that wouldn't understand anyway.
But I did have to wait around for over and hour and tell some wierd lady when my last "menstrual cycle" was. (she was a nurse, not some random person)
God, I'm so tired. I kinda wanna just get Christmas break over with so I can go back to school so I have something to keep my mind off of shit.
But I also want it to last for a lot longer.
I think I'm gonna attempt to sleep.