I hate my life
Alright guys, here's the rundown. I got home tonight at about ten because I was doing something with my youth group and it's tradition that we all go to Applebee's afterwards to discuss stuff y'know, so I went and I was sure I told the hags where I was going but they said I didn't. So after I got home they asked me, "Why wasn't your phone on?" To which I replied, "It was almost out of batteries so I turned it off incase I needed to use it." Aparently that wasn't a good reason so they bitched at me for about a half hour and then proceded to take away my guitar and phone, damn Nazis, facist, pigstickers. Ah I need a vent for my anger and frustration, espescially because on the way home I was starting to get really heavy shakes and enxiety attacks from what was to come. This was after I turned on my phone to go home and heard some pretty damn crappy messages on it. Well I guess I better go upstairs. Stickin it to the man isn't lookin so hot tonight.