What A Day
Today was extremley weird. First off no one called me gotic, fat, ugly or anything like usual. For some reason it is because they are afraid to get beaten up by my boyfriend. I don't know but I hate them and I just wish they would hate me to so we wouldn't have to even pretend to like each other...I hat being fake. On the other hand I took my anxiety medicine in seventh hour and I was just fine. But when I got to P.E. And started to run I got all dizzy and everything. So the teacher sent me to the sick room and I couldn't stop figiting, like I was insane or something. Anyway, the stupid nurse emailed my dad and told him everything. And for those of you who know me and my dad don't get along you can only imagine what he did. First he told my mom which I don't really care about that because she understands about what I'm going through and why I have to take all of these pills. But my dad on the other had dosen't. He has always made fun of me for having to take medicine but it is all his fault I have to take it anyways. He is the one with the problems not me. I mean I have problems but at least I'm trying to get help. He just denies. I hate him so much. i odn't even have the words to describe how much I hate him. I jsut wish he would admit that he needs the help that would really help all of us. RAWR...he just makes me so mad...I hate him.
Is that wrong?
Is that wrong?