why?...
THE last few days were awesome, except doin homework for 3 hours every night, but even that wasnt soo bad. i met chris's cousin, kat. shes so awesome! and hilarius!! ok so she locks her keys in her car and we cant em out until i get ontop the car and it bends....i know fat ass right?... but anyways, i was able to get a hnger in where i bent the roof at the sun roof and go fishing for keys with a coat hanger. i got them to the roof and chris grabs them with her boney piano hands, but i still love them. when we got them out, youd think we just won the World Cup (biggest soccer game in the world for those ignorant when it comes to soccer. i thought that was crazy! no way close to her doing it again after chris went for work and i went to church! now thats funny. her dad had to use a crow bar and a hanger to unlock the door. NOT AS FUN AS GOING FISHING WITH EM!
so today.... not so bad other than i think i dislocated or broke my ring finger on the hand i write with playing football. my parents think i shouldnt be playing with them, b/c girls dont play tackle football, especially when im the only girl playing... i think different. i can play just as well if not better than half the guys play with. and its fun... but they dont care, especially my dad.
dad... i miss you when ur not home...but i dont like to see you home all the time. all you do is bitch about how bethany and i arent perfect and never do anything right. you bet me this evening that in one year, i would be home and going to HCC. what kind of dad does that? to tell u the truth, i dont give a shit if you trust me or not, but you know what... u should have faith in me...b/c im gonna shove this in your face.
i know im lucky to have a dad who is still married to my mom, sleeps with my mom, loves my mom,sister,and i. who has always given me everything that i want materially, but youve never given me what i truly wanted, and thats a dad who doesnt care how i look, who im friends with, or who doesnt care who i am, but accept me as i am. trust me, its better to not have a dad, than have a dad who doesnt except you for who u are. and only cares how u make him look. i see how much he cares about how i feel.
i might be small, but im not worthless...
so today.... not so bad other than i think i dislocated or broke my ring finger on the hand i write with playing football. my parents think i shouldnt be playing with them, b/c girls dont play tackle football, especially when im the only girl playing... i think different. i can play just as well if not better than half the guys play with. and its fun... but they dont care, especially my dad.
dad... i miss you when ur not home...but i dont like to see you home all the time. all you do is bitch about how bethany and i arent perfect and never do anything right. you bet me this evening that in one year, i would be home and going to HCC. what kind of dad does that? to tell u the truth, i dont give a shit if you trust me or not, but you know what... u should have faith in me...b/c im gonna shove this in your face.
i know im lucky to have a dad who is still married to my mom, sleeps with my mom, loves my mom,sister,and i. who has always given me everything that i want materially, but youve never given me what i truly wanted, and thats a dad who doesnt care how i look, who im friends with, or who doesnt care who i am, but accept me as i am. trust me, its better to not have a dad, than have a dad who doesnt except you for who u are. and only cares how u make him look. i see how much he cares about how i feel.
i might be small, but im not worthless...