Enough.
I fucking hate my dad. It's that simple. He's a fucking alcoholic asshole. Would you like the whole story? Well, you're getting it anyways...
At first he kept on telling me to get in the shower cause I was on the computer/playing PS2 then once I did I was about to walk in my room and he was walking by and I said "happy now?" and kept going. Then he came in my room and said something but I didn't hear him and I said "what?" and he just left my room so I said if he can come in and say something once he can say it again and he came back and was like "what would make me happy is for you to wake your ass up yourself in the morning" ,cause I overselpt this morening and all, and at that point I knew he was drunk. Then I got ready and all and I had made hot chocolate and I was laying in bed on the phone with my friend Bekka. He came kept on comming in and yelling at me to go to bed and I kept on telling him that I had to finish my hot chocolate and I would blah blah blah cause I was off the phone by that time. He came in and turned my TV off and kept on getting in my face and we were yelling back and forth and stuff then I was like I'll just go get Nana(what I call my grandma). So I woke her up and he blocked me from getting out of the path to her room so I was in between her and him so I started to push past him and that's when he started grabbing me and stuff. He grabbed my left arm really hard and kept on pulling back towards him and I almost fell one time. He somehow scratched some of the skin off of my arm too. My grandma tried holding him back and stuff but it wasn't working too well seeing as though she's even shorter than I am. But I finally got away and to my room and he kept trying to come in and my grandma wouldn't let him. My grandma finally got him into his room and she came back into my room and I couldn't help but sit there and just cry so hard to the point where I was coughing and gagging. I tried calling Stacy three times...three times and still no answer but whatever. I called Ashley and talked to her for a few minutes then her dad needed the phone so she had to go. It calmed me down a little bit but I was still all upset. I got online with no one else to turn to and thank god Amanda was online. I don't care what anyone else says, that girl is definitely a guardian angel of mine. She got me pretty calm and I'm just sitting here now. I have a head ache like no other and my eyes hurt. I can distinctly remember the look in his eyes when he grabbed a hold of me and it's the same exact one that my mom always got when we would get into serious violent fights. I'm now re-thinking moving to Florida or Jersey with one of my aunts. I'm gonna call em tomorrow and see what's going to be arranged. I just know that I can't go on putting up with this kind of bull shit all the time cause this isn't the first time he's gone off like that but it's the first time he's ever physically hurt me. I'm sick of it all.
While I'm at it...I'm so sick of people fucking judging me. People wonder why I don't trust them or why I am the way I am. I can't help the shit that I've been through and I'm sorry for how it effects you but think of how I feel about it. Don't judge me on anything for any fucking reason until you know me and understand me inside and out which I believe is next to impossible.
That's my portion of being a bitch tonight. Guess I'm going to head off to bed.
At first he kept on telling me to get in the shower cause I was on the computer/playing PS2 then once I did I was about to walk in my room and he was walking by and I said "happy now?" and kept going. Then he came in my room and said something but I didn't hear him and I said "what?" and he just left my room so I said if he can come in and say something once he can say it again and he came back and was like "what would make me happy is for you to wake your ass up yourself in the morning" ,cause I overselpt this morening and all, and at that point I knew he was drunk. Then I got ready and all and I had made hot chocolate and I was laying in bed on the phone with my friend Bekka. He came kept on comming in and yelling at me to go to bed and I kept on telling him that I had to finish my hot chocolate and I would blah blah blah cause I was off the phone by that time. He came in and turned my TV off and kept on getting in my face and we were yelling back and forth and stuff then I was like I'll just go get Nana(what I call my grandma). So I woke her up and he blocked me from getting out of the path to her room so I was in between her and him so I started to push past him and that's when he started grabbing me and stuff. He grabbed my left arm really hard and kept on pulling back towards him and I almost fell one time. He somehow scratched some of the skin off of my arm too. My grandma tried holding him back and stuff but it wasn't working too well seeing as though she's even shorter than I am. But I finally got away and to my room and he kept trying to come in and my grandma wouldn't let him. My grandma finally got him into his room and she came back into my room and I couldn't help but sit there and just cry so hard to the point where I was coughing and gagging. I tried calling Stacy three times...three times and still no answer but whatever. I called Ashley and talked to her for a few minutes then her dad needed the phone so she had to go. It calmed me down a little bit but I was still all upset. I got online with no one else to turn to and thank god Amanda was online. I don't care what anyone else says, that girl is definitely a guardian angel of mine. She got me pretty calm and I'm just sitting here now. I have a head ache like no other and my eyes hurt. I can distinctly remember the look in his eyes when he grabbed a hold of me and it's the same exact one that my mom always got when we would get into serious violent fights. I'm now re-thinking moving to Florida or Jersey with one of my aunts. I'm gonna call em tomorrow and see what's going to be arranged. I just know that I can't go on putting up with this kind of bull shit all the time cause this isn't the first time he's gone off like that but it's the first time he's ever physically hurt me. I'm sick of it all.
While I'm at it...I'm so sick of people fucking judging me. People wonder why I don't trust them or why I am the way I am. I can't help the shit that I've been through and I'm sorry for how it effects you but think of how I feel about it. Don't judge me on anything for any fucking reason until you know me and understand me inside and out which I believe is next to impossible.
That's my portion of being a bitch tonight. Guess I'm going to head off to bed.