ok well obviously its the weekend, So I am back home living with my parents right now. And lucky lucky me gets to come home to the usual. A fight. First its all about our finacial problems, my father leaves the house for a while (impressive cause he usually gets ticked and abusive) my mom instead of fixing me lunch goes to town and eats at DQ so whoo happy family back together once again, bull crap home alone watching soaps with my dog. ( Thank you Spot love u so much baby) My mom then spends 2 hours at the nursing home talking to old ppl. and she wonders why I don't have a relationship with her? hmm is it maybe cause we never spend time together, or tell each other more than hi and bye everyday could that be it? Dad comes home around 2ish yells at me for being on the computer still, saying that I just talk to a bunch of fuckin losers any way and they r the cause of my depression. Ain't he a sweet heart love u too dad. Those 6 ppl I talk to are the reason you have a daughter!! I go in my room fall asleep, get woken up about my parents fighting about me 3:30ish i guess. Talking about how i ain't living up to nothing, how i waste away my life thinking so much, being a teacher well never get me far in life and more shit. Me and spot sneak out my window, take a walk to my favorite spot, I pet him wishing that one of my sisters would be there to talk to. 5ish my mom leaves to San Antonio, I hide under the bridge so she won't see me when she drives by, me and spot slip back into my room. Dad is making Spagatti so I am now back on the computer wishing some1 would be on to talk to. but no one is so i think i'll just sign this journal off and go play with my dog. But don't I just have the most lovley family to always come back home t I smile today cause no one got hurt
Adios amigas Hasta Luego