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just got home. my dad asked me if i was here to get my books. i was like uhh no i can't get ahold of mom. and he was like well you need to get a hold of her because you're going to live with her tomorrow. oh okay. right. so i tried to talk to him and ask him why i had to go live with her bc i didn't go to church. and he won't even be reasonable. about anything. it's like talking to a wall. so i'm done. i told him i would need to come back tomorrow to pack my stuff and he said he would put it on the porch. yeah, right. fucking asshole. i hate him. i'm so bitter towards him. i don't wish he would die, but i just wish he would open his fucking eyes. it's impossible. i probably won't be going to school tomorrow because i will be at home packing. it's okay though. things will be better if i live with my mom in a lot of ways.
maybe update later. bye
maybe update later. bye