| I've had it |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|02:21 pm] |
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I've had enough of this place. Dad came into my room and woke me up at seven thirty this morning, saying I needed to ride with him today. He said Lisa's been calling him several times a day complaining about me being here. They faught right over my bed and I was crying. I refused to go anywhere because the whole thing was fucking rediculous. I fucking hate it here. I want to go home! I could cut so deep right now... |
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