What is my life.
Private.
I can't deal with any of this right now. Jas' dad is like mine, the fucking douchebag. And my own fucktard father is probably going to make bail, Mom said. So now I get to worry about him finding me. We got a restraining order, but what the hell is that supposed to do if he shows up out of nowhere? And what about Rachel? Will she be safe? Would Dad be stupid enough to do something stupid? It'll be all my fault.
Lauren is leaving. For good. No warning. Gone. Today. This is like when Santana left all over again. I mean, I get why Lauren's going, but I can't help feeling like shit.
My face looks bad. I'm trying to get my hair to cover the black eye, but it's still noticeable. And there's nothing I can do about my lip. I want to skip school all week, but that's not gonna fly with Mom.
Sam seemed understanding, but I think I scared him and now he just feels bad for me. I hate pity. And I need Santana right now. And to drink. But going to San's means going by Rachel's and I feel SO bad about what happened that facing her... I can't do it. What am I going to do tomorrow in Glee? I feel sick.