Thursday, October 21, 2004
[ wearing ] nike hoodie, jeans
[ hearing ] my heart beating so damn fast
[ talkin to ] no one
omg. im gonna fuckin kill my dad.
>:-( ok today i get home from school, do my hw, and then me n lyss are gonna go up to the football game. shes on her way over, its like 4:45 and i call my dad and i leave a message, im like "hey its me, um me n lyss are going up to the football game. its at 4:30 so we're gonna go in a lil bit, it ends around 8 or sumthin, call the condo. ok? bye" so im waitin for like five minutes and lyss is here. so she comes up and we're gonna leave so i call him back and im like "hey its me again, we're leavin now so call my cell, bye" and we start walking we're basically there and my fone starts ringin, its my dad. this is the convo..
hey
where the fuck are you?!?
rite at bremen
y the fuck did u leave?!? i call the condo like two fucking minutes later and your fucking gone?!?!
thats y i said call my cell
im fucking calling the condo and then i get the other message! why did u just fucking go up there?! u dont even fucking ask me?!?!?!
thats why i said call my cell
get your fucking ass bak to the condo now!!!! ill pick you up at 5:30!! goodbye!!!
OMG!!! hes fucking psycho! seriously i think he has mental problems! ok if hes mad cuz like we had sumthin to do so i couldnt go all he would of had to do is call me and say "u kno what morgan, we have plans tonite" i woulda been like "o ok" and i wouldnt have gone! why the hell cant he just be sane?!?! hes gotta make everything a freaking problem!! UHHHH!!!!! im seriously going to go nuts. everything i fuckin do is wrong! i can do everything that he says to do and he yells at me for something!!! he drives me insane!!!! well im gonna go, or else ill be ranting here for a LONG ass time! later. >:-(
It's 5:23 pm. I hope you had the time of your life.
