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well my day is a bust, first of all we got this letter from the school saying i failed second semester american history ( what a load of BS), so i rode my bike to the scholl to streighten out the mess, i gotta take it again senior year >.<
then i have to dirve my dad to the cyropracter, seeing as how he threwout his back while moving around his dj equiptmen, which i can understand, that stuff istn a handbasket of disks, its fairly heavy, so we got that over with, then we get home.
now my dad is moaning and groaning about how sick he is, BS, its all mental, he thinks he knows he's sick but thats no reson to keep me from going out for a bit. its like im his slave, when ever i was sick, i was on my own most of the time, all the time for tha matter. my mom works way to hard, and i understand she cant be there, and my dad, he works 3 piddly jobs, a janator at a hostbital, croud controll for the palace, and a DJ, none of which makes more than $ 5.50 an hour. sept thhe DJ thing that he gets about $200 a night, but does he ever have a gig, no, maybee once a month.
i guess i have no sympathy for the sick and ill, because when i was 11 i had a blater infection, it was verry mild at first, probly had it for 3 prvious years and diddnt know it, then it got reall bad, like faital. i could barly move without pain in my lower stomach. it was bad, i was out of school almost the whole 2nd sammester, i was litteraly bed ridden for a few weeks, to week to move, to much in pain to breath, i wanted it all to end. i didn't think i was gunna see my 12th birth day. but i did, and som times i wish i didn't. i've resently found out if failing in school so my mom is ticked, i'm misserable, i have little freinds any more, they all turned wiggwer, or are posers. i try really hard to not turn into an emotional reck like some people i know, but its been getting tragickly difficult to stay on top and hide my self,
i give up. im gunna go watch Grave of the Fire Flies and try to soak up some of my dried tears.
then i have to dirve my dad to the cyropracter, seeing as how he threwout his back while moving around his dj equiptmen, which i can understand, that stuff istn a handbasket of disks, its fairly heavy, so we got that over with, then we get home.
now my dad is moaning and groaning about how sick he is, BS, its all mental, he thinks he knows he's sick but thats no reson to keep me from going out for a bit. its like im his slave, when ever i was sick, i was on my own most of the time, all the time for tha matter. my mom works way to hard, and i understand she cant be there, and my dad, he works 3 piddly jobs, a janator at a hostbital, croud controll for the palace, and a DJ, none of which makes more than $ 5.50 an hour. sept thhe DJ thing that he gets about $200 a night, but does he ever have a gig, no, maybee once a month.
i guess i have no sympathy for the sick and ill, because when i was 11 i had a blater infection, it was verry mild at first, probly had it for 3 prvious years and diddnt know it, then it got reall bad, like faital. i could barly move without pain in my lower stomach. it was bad, i was out of school almost the whole 2nd sammester, i was litteraly bed ridden for a few weeks, to week to move, to much in pain to breath, i wanted it all to end. i didn't think i was gunna see my 12th birth day. but i did, and som times i wish i didn't. i've resently found out if failing in school so my mom is ticked, i'm misserable, i have little freinds any more, they all turned wiggwer, or are posers. i try really hard to not turn into an emotional reck like some people i know, but its been getting tragickly difficult to stay on top and hide my self,
i give up. im gunna go watch Grave of the Fire Flies and try to soak up some of my dried tears.