saturday, april 12, 2003
mom found notes that madsee had sent me. she yelled at me for a long time. she used words like slut and faggot. dad is being slightly better about it than she is. although when they’re together it’s really bad. but when he’s apart he’s understanding. says that i can call her and stuff when they’re not home.
it doesn’t make it much better. i still feel trapped. without reason.
they don’t believe me that those cigarettes were mine. but it’s okay that jerrad smoked. because he’s jerrad and he just gets too. they’re such assholes sometimes. mom took my cellphone, tried to take my phone, tried to take my computer, tried to take my car. luckily, dad talked her out of most of them. and i don’t know about the cellphone. it just pissed me off because it’s my goddamn stuff. and i was sleeping when she decided to take all of it and she stormed in here, woke me up, and got me all upset again.
luckily, today is the second? two rounds of the nfl qualifier. FUCKERS! WAY TO THROW OFF MY HEAD GAME. i don’t know what i’m going to do. i’ll probably just fake my last two rounds and then sleep/cry in the cafeteria. at least amelia will be around. i’m glad she emailed me about having someone to talk to. because i need someone now.
i’m also banned from sarah. goddamn them.