Yay... Sunday....
As we speek, my loving and dear father is being so nice. He made another hole in the wall. Don't worry Garrett, I'll fix it later. Isn't that nice? I hate Sundays. Oh God do I hate Sundays. This house is nothing but this never ending arguement. I don't need an alarm clock. The yelling and screaming (I kid you not- every morning-) serves as a great awakening. Nothing better than starting your day with screaming, right? I can't take this. I need to get outta here. This is utter and complete bull-shit. You see, for those of you who don't know, on Sundays I'm my dad's emotional punching bag. He takes out everything he wants on me. My moms at church, they didn't let me go. I'm stuck... Oh well.... Guess today will be great!