gndagnag.
I've been grounded for the past week. Why? Because I stayed up until two in the morning on a Saturday night. Now what kind've dumb reason is this?! Ugh. Whatever. Anyway.
Me and Cody got into a fight yesterday (Thursday). He wanted the phone while I was on it, and so he kept threatening to unplug the phone and other lame-brain shit. He was being a dick. And so I got off the phone and gave it to him. He called me a slut. I got so fucking pissed. I'm sorry, but that's not an insult I take lightly, so I ran at him, and he hit me (punch), and I started swinging and swinging at me, so I kicked him and he grabbed my arms and kept trying to hold me back, and he tripped me backwards, pushing me down, and my back hit the counter, and I thought I broke something. Seriously. So I laid there and cried as he said, "Don't FUCK with me, BITCH." And then I got up, and the first thing I did? I called my dad. I was bawling and crying and asked him if he could come get me right THEN because I hated it here, and I hated living there, and I hated Cody, and how everything was unfair to me, and how Cody got treated so much better. And I just kept talking&talking about everything. And dad said that he'd come get me tonight, and he did. And now I'm at his house.
I didn't say anything to Mike about it, but now I have a bruise on my back because of him. A big one, and it hurts to sit down. I don't want to go back there, not if this is how it's going to be all the time. Not if I got falsely accused all the time. I'd rather live with my dad. If that's what it takes.
So here I am. I'm going to call Glenn back in about an hour. Mike's going outtah town, so I'm going to see Glenn Monday and hang out with him Monday night. I miss him. He's the only good part of my life right now, seriously. Some girls at my school hate me because they think I did something I didn't do. I just hate everything right now, because nothing seems fucking FAIR.
Me and Cody got into a fight yesterday (Thursday). He wanted the phone while I was on it, and so he kept threatening to unplug the phone and other lame-brain shit. He was being a dick. And so I got off the phone and gave it to him. He called me a slut. I got so fucking pissed. I'm sorry, but that's not an insult I take lightly, so I ran at him, and he hit me (punch), and I started swinging and swinging at me, so I kicked him and he grabbed my arms and kept trying to hold me back, and he tripped me backwards, pushing me down, and my back hit the counter, and I thought I broke something. Seriously. So I laid there and cried as he said, "Don't FUCK with me, BITCH." And then I got up, and the first thing I did? I called my dad. I was bawling and crying and asked him if he could come get me right THEN because I hated it here, and I hated living there, and I hated Cody, and how everything was unfair to me, and how Cody got treated so much better. And I just kept talking&talking about everything. And dad said that he'd come get me tonight, and he did. And now I'm at his house.
I didn't say anything to Mike about it, but now I have a bruise on my back because of him. A big one, and it hurts to sit down. I don't want to go back there, not if this is how it's going to be all the time. Not if I got falsely accused all the time. I'd rather live with my dad. If that's what it takes.
So here I am. I'm going to call Glenn back in about an hour. Mike's going outtah town, so I'm going to see Glenn Monday and hang out with him Monday night. I miss him. He's the only good part of my life right now, seriously. Some girls at my school hate me because they think I did something I didn't do. I just hate everything right now, because nothing seems fucking FAIR.