What a day.
I hate it here.
Today well sucked. Came home from school and Bill won't talk to me. No joke. As I walked in I said 'hello' and all he said was 'come here boy' referring to the dog standing beside me.
Next, he bitches for five minutes about me not comming home Sunday night, however on Sunday night he said he didn't have an opinion on the matter of me staying at Dad's it was up to mom. Then I compromise that I can go out Wednesday night this week until 9. Again Bill claims he has no input but looks pissed off.
Next, Michael calls and needs help with his hw and Bill jumps to say that's ok. I don't understand. It's ok for Mike to come over for like 2 hours to do one question of math but Travis can't can't come over for like half an hour just for the hell of it. Hmm?
Then realize I don't understand a thing I'm doing in either math classes. Tests on Thursday and Friday.
And finally, go to do litter boxes for mom and Bill. All pets that they wanted and I get yelled at for making to much noice. You know what Bill. How about you do something for once and realize it's impossible to do four litterboxes without making noice and on top of it I do it every night at 8-8:30 ish and tonight you just happened to notice. But when I say that to him he says unficking believable and walks away.
Well now my eyes are wet and blood shot from crying. I have a headache. And I have four hours of hw.
Yay.
I need to get out of. I don't need at home bullshit with all the other shit I have to worry about.
Good Night.
Sorry for the bitch.
Today well sucked. Came home from school and Bill won't talk to me. No joke. As I walked in I said 'hello' and all he said was 'come here boy' referring to the dog standing beside me.
Next, he bitches for five minutes about me not comming home Sunday night, however on Sunday night he said he didn't have an opinion on the matter of me staying at Dad's it was up to mom. Then I compromise that I can go out Wednesday night this week until 9. Again Bill claims he has no input but looks pissed off.
Next, Michael calls and needs help with his hw and Bill jumps to say that's ok. I don't understand. It's ok for Mike to come over for like 2 hours to do one question of math but Travis can't can't come over for like half an hour just for the hell of it. Hmm?
Then realize I don't understand a thing I'm doing in either math classes. Tests on Thursday and Friday.
And finally, go to do litter boxes for mom and Bill. All pets that they wanted and I get yelled at for making to much noice. You know what Bill. How about you do something for once and realize it's impossible to do four litterboxes without making noice and on top of it I do it every night at 8-8:30 ish and tonight you just happened to notice. But when I say that to him he says unficking believable and walks away.
Well now my eyes are wet and blood shot from crying. I have a headache. And I have four hours of hw.
Yay.
I need to get out of. I don't need at home bullshit with all the other shit I have to worry about.
Good Night.
Sorry for the bitch.