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So things are getting bad again, but im sucking it up.
I stayed home from school yesterday, because i was sick as hell. My stepmom didnt like that. We ended up getting in a huge arguement about how much ima peice of shit, im a waste of time money and effort, so on and so forth. I started crying...i told her that since my grandma and grandpa died, shes been pushing away. I told her she doesnt act like im alive. I told her that she is greedy, and doesnt care about me or Dad. She laughed at me. I got upset and punched my wall. I punched it so hard that my arm went through the shitty wall into the bathroom. Then i fell and cried like a pathetic cunt. She left.. I tried to call someone, noone would answer. I called my Mom. Thank god she was home. We talked for a long time...and i felt so much fucking better. Donnae called me back...she told me she walked out of class, so i felt bad. I told her i would call her later. So i calmed myself down and that was it. I sat by myself in my room with complete silence for a few hours. And i was fine.
I called Donnae back when she got outta school. Talking to her made me feel better also. She told me how much she worries about me. I felt bad about that also...i dont like it when people worrie about me. I got things straightened out with her regarding all the bullshit that's been going on...and thigns are fine now.
My Dad came home later that night. He didnt yell or scream. He just said..."Matthew...i've been thinking about you alot lately...you arent yourself...and its scaring the shit outta me."
that was it. No yelling or screaming...no fighting. That was it. Im waiting for something worse to happen.
So yeah, that was my wednesday. And now im at school. My arm hurts from the wall. It's swollen and sore.
Im fine now. Im not letting it get to me.
I stayed home from school yesterday, because i was sick as hell. My stepmom didnt like that. We ended up getting in a huge arguement about how much ima peice of shit, im a waste of time money and effort, so on and so forth. I started crying...i told her that since my grandma and grandpa died, shes been pushing away. I told her she doesnt act like im alive. I told her that she is greedy, and doesnt care about me or Dad. She laughed at me. I got upset and punched my wall. I punched it so hard that my arm went through the shitty wall into the bathroom. Then i fell and cried like a pathetic cunt. She left.. I tried to call someone, noone would answer. I called my Mom. Thank god she was home. We talked for a long time...and i felt so much fucking better. Donnae called me back...she told me she walked out of class, so i felt bad. I told her i would call her later. So i calmed myself down and that was it. I sat by myself in my room with complete silence for a few hours. And i was fine.
I called Donnae back when she got outta school. Talking to her made me feel better also. She told me how much she worries about me. I felt bad about that also...i dont like it when people worrie about me. I got things straightened out with her regarding all the bullshit that's been going on...and thigns are fine now.
My Dad came home later that night. He didnt yell or scream. He just said..."Matthew...i've been thinking about you alot lately...you arent yourself...and its scaring the shit outta me."
that was it. No yelling or screaming...no fighting. That was it. Im waiting for something worse to happen.
So yeah, that was my wednesday. And now im at school. My arm hurts from the wall. It's swollen and sore.
Im fine now. Im not letting it get to me.