Well, last night I got another pretty gash in my arm thanks to the b***h's nails which I always have to lie about because people think that a) I'm lying and really petty, or b) I obviously must have deserved it. I skipped school so I could recharge on books and sleep and me time, only to have everyone come home. The b***h is sleeping on the couch because she seems to magically forget all the s**t she does to me, my grandma supposedly has colon cancer (which will be the first illness she hasn't faked in a decade because she's a complete b***h) and I don't have a ride to the gym because my parents are going to some car show so I can't work off all this ******** anger. AND I can't run off anywhere because Thomas still hasn't decided a time for our movie and needs to call me.
I skipped today because I knew I wouldn't be able to smile and act like I was okay. So what the ******** about tomorrow?
I can't keep doing this.
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Hope that means something.
Love you.