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I remembered what i wanted to say. it was about my dream last night. But.. thats old news now. If you want to know... you can ask me. Im so pissed at my dad right now. He is such a fricken... drunk. swerving all over the place. Then he has the audascity to yell at me. Why? Because hes fucking drunk. I hate him... he doesnt deserver the title 'dad'. Im going to start calling him Neil. 1) he doesnt deserve to be called dad... and 2) he hates that name. I threw up at the field days. Horrible. Cried for a minute or two.... and then emily walked up.. so. And... BOOM! Fireworks began. I cant beleive he was swearing like that. I mean... he does at home... but i didnt think he'd do it that bad in public. And then to yell at Sam... she wasnt even doing anything. I hate my family. They all deserve to die. Except Ashley. But... all the rest of them... i couldnt care less if they all dropped dead right now. Eh... im too mad right now to post the funny things that happened today. Maybe tomorrow. If i dont kill myself first. I hate them so much. Hey... if all my family died... id.. go somewhere... like... a foster home. I dont even live with him! Why should i call him dad. He's not even 'providing' for me. No food... no 'roof over my head'.... no clothes... nothing. I have no reason to call him dad. Hes not a dad... hes a drunk. A nasty drunk at that. I cant beleive that he got drunk... i mean... he was there for... 2 hours. I HATE HIM!