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May 15, 2007 01:25

Dad is absolutely pissed at me because I didn't go with them to the family thing on Sunday. Why say I don't have to go if you'll hate me to pieces afterwards if I don't? Of course I won't go if you ask rather than order, so don't think you can make yourself feel better by pretending I had the option of choice. He said I'm a horrible person and I'm ruining my life by not wanting anything to do with my family.

Yeah, you know what? That was one of the better Sundays I've had in a long time. I layed in bed awhile then spent the rest of the day reading in a nice QUIET house. I didn't sit out in the sun all day with drunk people and mosquitoes just waiting until the moment we could run to the car and escape back home. He honest to God thinks I'm some disgrace and something is wrong with me in that I usually prefer being alone to any stupid get togethers when I'll just sit there most the time anyway with no one to talk to. Hell, usually when I do go to the camp I only bring a book and sit upstairs and read the entire time without going see anyone.

Mainly the reason this is such bad timing for this stupidness though is because the whole grades thing too. Now that he's in a mood like this I can't tell them I'm repeating chemistry. He'll do something crazy in response I know. He's just itching for a way to punish me. I honestly think he'd take my computer if he could, but I have a laptop as well so I don't see how that could really work. He makes me feel like I'm in dumb teenage angst all over again. Like, ah if I could really just move away. How would you like never seeing me again if you're going to complain so much about me never being one of the family? Let's just make it permanent. Free me from this nagging, judging man always depressing me.
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