Jun 01, 2006 21:48
i just came home
and no sooner did i walk in the door and my dad told me to sit down.
we had a ginormous fight yesterday and one today. pretty much every day ya know?? anyway im thinking, great here he goes gonna yell at me again. and guess what? he didnt. at least not at first. he apologized. for like everything. but i dont believe him. i mean he's apologized before and we always find ourselves in the same situation of hating each other. anyway he didnt even finish the sincere apology before he decided to start screaming at me, and my step mom then joined in and im really sick of taking it basically. they kicked me out again because of my messy room. i just want to tell them to fuck off. im 17. its not even like my room smells or is unliveable. theres shoes everywhere, markers, and a papers here and there. but i dont even have clothes on the floor. i just hate it. they keep telling me im so messed up that i have super severe issues. but that confuses me because HIS son lives in florida and HER daughter lives in new york. why do all of their children decide to move hundreds of miles away? gee i freaking wonder.
ugh