Gee, how loverly.
Well, north lost. Oh well. Football season's over now. How sad.
So after the game, I asked my dad for the keys and he's just like, "no, I'll drive home." So I told him that if we wouldn't let me drive home that I was walking, mind you my house is like 2 miles away from school (not that far but still...), and psh, like he cared. He drove away without me. What a buttsniffer. So I ran. When I got the children's museum right by Washington, my parents found me and told me to get in the car but I told them I wouldn't get in with them so I just ran. Again. I ran to the train station and sat in the feild in the front. I sat and cried. It was horrible. I was doing anything to avoid going home. I sat there for a half hour before I decided to walk again. I then walked randomly on random streets for another half hour. I then decided to go home and change cuz my spankies (I was still in those ugly uniforms and crap... everyone gave me funny looks) were cutting off my circulation in my legs. Well, they locked me out of the house. What morons! So I had to go through garage which I was trying to avoid cuz then they'd hear me. After I changed, my mom came in my room and was trying to find out what was wrong with me but I wouldn't tell her and I just walked away. Then I was downstairs and she tried to talk to me again. I walked away. I went in my room and my dad came in. I just layed on the floor, in my mess of nasty laundry, and told him to go away. He eventually did. I got in my bed, under the covers,and in comes my mom again. Didn't she get the message that I didn't want to talk to her? No. Well, it was really hot under my covers so I was yelling at her to go away without actually looking at her. I just didn't want to talk to them. You wouldn't really understand unless you knew all the thoughts going through my head on my walk home. Convincing myself that my parents didn't care about me, I did a good job cuz I don't really think they do. One of my best examples would be that whenever Casey or Pat want something stupid, my parent's are all, sure, go ahead and get it! When I ask for something important, like therapy, my mom says sure, forgets about it, then gets mad when I ask her about it 3 weeks later. For the record, I still have no theripist. I'd get one myself but how the hell would I pay for it? Geez. Yeah, I'm kinda ticked now so I'm going to bed.
~Kellith~
P.S. Feisworx is being a bitch and won't let me get on! I need to sign up for the winterfeis, just let me on god damn it!
So after the game, I asked my dad for the keys and he's just like, "no, I'll drive home." So I told him that if we wouldn't let me drive home that I was walking, mind you my house is like 2 miles away from school (not that far but still...), and psh, like he cared. He drove away without me. What a buttsniffer. So I ran. When I got the children's museum right by Washington, my parents found me and told me to get in the car but I told them I wouldn't get in with them so I just ran. Again. I ran to the train station and sat in the feild in the front. I sat and cried. It was horrible. I was doing anything to avoid going home. I sat there for a half hour before I decided to walk again. I then walked randomly on random streets for another half hour. I then decided to go home and change cuz my spankies (I was still in those ugly uniforms and crap... everyone gave me funny looks) were cutting off my circulation in my legs. Well, they locked me out of the house. What morons! So I had to go through garage which I was trying to avoid cuz then they'd hear me. After I changed, my mom came in my room and was trying to find out what was wrong with me but I wouldn't tell her and I just walked away. Then I was downstairs and she tried to talk to me again. I walked away. I went in my room and my dad came in. I just layed on the floor, in my mess of nasty laundry, and told him to go away. He eventually did. I got in my bed, under the covers,and in comes my mom again. Didn't she get the message that I didn't want to talk to her? No. Well, it was really hot under my covers so I was yelling at her to go away without actually looking at her. I just didn't want to talk to them. You wouldn't really understand unless you knew all the thoughts going through my head on my walk home. Convincing myself that my parents didn't care about me, I did a good job cuz I don't really think they do. One of my best examples would be that whenever Casey or Pat want something stupid, my parent's are all, sure, go ahead and get it! When I ask for something important, like therapy, my mom says sure, forgets about it, then gets mad when I ask her about it 3 weeks later. For the record, I still have no theripist. I'd get one myself but how the hell would I pay for it? Geez. Yeah, I'm kinda ticked now so I'm going to bed.
~Kellith~
P.S. Feisworx is being a bitch and won't let me get on! I need to sign up for the winterfeis, just let me on god damn it!