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yesterday was fine until about 10:00 when my dad came home. he started yelling about something, i'm really not sure what. i think it was because his bag wasn't emptied. god forbid. whatver, i just started crying. i can't take it in this house much longer. i need to leave. my dad knew i was crying i guess & he called me into the living room & was talking to me & he's like why are you crying & i'm like i don't know. i don't know anything anymore & he's liek what do you mean & i just said i don't know. i didn't have an answer. now he thinks i'm like crazy or something. oh well. maybe he'll start to realize what he does to me everytime he screams about nothing and blames me for it. my mom felt bad i guess .. cause she called me twice while i was in school leaving me messages asking if i was okay. whatever. i'm done with this house. i need a boy to help me get away from this shit. i need someone really bad =[. i don't know what to do anymore =[