How do you get a fancy background thing on here?... I tried but couldn't get it right I guess. Probably just cause I'm stupid.
Hmmm, so bored. Earlier.. my sister wouldn't get in the shower and we were kind of like fighting sort of and yelling at each other. (She's about 8 1/2 years younger than me.) But yea, then my brother Ben who's like 20 and he slammed the bathroom door into my back and I told him to fuck off. Then I went out in the hall and he kept yelling at me and I told him to shut up and he wouldn't. He's yelling saying I shouldn't yell at her like that and I'm just like "Why the fuck not, you guys yell at me ten times worse than that." Then he made this gesture like he was going to hit me and I backhanded his face and he pushed me into my sister bedroom door. I slammed my head on it and my knee slammed into the floor wicked hard and its hard wood floor too. Also my wrist got a chunk of skin scraped out and it's all swollen and red now. It stings really bad still... and my back hurts. Sorry, I complain way too much. Too, too much. Sorry again. But yea, my dad didnt't even care he just yelled at me and didn't even say anything to my brother and told my mom it was all my fault. Asshole family peoples.
The other day I got to school like five minutes before period B ended. It was just french class. I hate french class. I want to drop the class but my mom won't let me. Bitchface. But yea, anyways, I didn't feel good and I had a wicked bad headache and I didn't want to go to school. My mom like was threatening to call the cops on me for it, oh and send me to a therapist. She can send me to one all she wants. I'm not going to say anything. I don't like talking to people very much, unless I'm in a talkative mood like i rarely am or I know them well or have to talk. But yea, I threw this mini metal garbage can across the hall, and i threw this box and this other thing too. then my mom sent my brother up here and he was pulling at my ankles and trying to drag me outta bed but I was squirming too much and he gave up, for a couple minutes. He had left and my mom started yelling at me again. Then she left, and Jonathan came back again, he started moving my bed and hit my desk so my monitor fell off onto the floor. And somehow he broke my camera I had gotten for my birthday. My mom said she'd replace it, but I don't count on that happening anytime soon. The screens all cracked like a cell phone screen when it gets cracked. Bt yea, he was moving my bed and started pulling my matteress off and I jumped up out of my bed and he grabbed my arm and tried pushing me towards the door and i like hit his face and he like threw me against my armoir or however it's spelled and then stated trying to push me out of my room again and I slipped and hit my head on the thing again and started crying cause my head hurt wiiiicked bad by then and yea. Then he left cause my mom started yelling saying he better not hurt me. She told him to in the first place it's just like with my dad she tells him to and then tries to fucking act innocent. Stupid fuckers. then Jonathan came back and he tried pulling me up by my arm and then my ankle again and I tried pushing him away with my foot and his leg and I wasn't kicking him but he said I was and started kicking my leg wicked hard and like 20 times and slammed me back again on the hinge of the door thingy on that thing I had already hit my head on. Ahh. I hate my family. My mom didn't even give a fuck.
Then the people I thought were my best friends, they aren't even like talking to me anymore. I barely ever talk to Brittany anymore except for a bit at school. =\ then I keep annoying myself by thinking about things and then James talks to me and I act all bitchy and he never talks to me anymore anyways except when he actually does, it's always just at the perfect timing of me being in a bitchy mood, which sucks. I don't think he wants to be my friend anymore, barely talk to either of them. So neither of them do I guess. I'm all alone and I don't really care anymore. James is always playing computer games and lives halfway across the country, and Brittany never talks and says stuff about wanting to hang out and saying oh we should do such and such but then when I try to hang out with her she never wants to anymore. Oh well...
Sorry I complain sooooo much. And I feel sick and like I'm going to puke. Ugh. And my head hurts alot and I hate always having headaches.
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Umm...... I complain too much don't I...
