I feel so confused.

And so fucking tired.

But even more than that, confused. Everything I want feels so wrong, but it doesn't stop me from wanting it more everyday.

Oh yeah. Egnimatic messages. And probably poor spelling and grammar.

I hate always being in trouble. 1) loosing my phone only hurt me. 2) being 3 hours late and not calling had no malicious intent. I just forgot to call. 3) I was not late more than 5 minutes. My mom said be home by 1:30, and I got in at 1:35. I can't help what my dad says. And if I say I will call you back and talk to you about it then, that means answer the fucking phone then next 3 fucking times I call.

I should be able to go out with my friends, and not have my parents thinking I'm getting high or drunk or fucking every person I see. I don't give a damn if it's Sonny and Kurtis, or Mandi and Cheryl, I haven't given them any reason to think that, and it's not fucking fair that they think that (I just realized I'm say fuck like every 5 words now). I can only go out with those two (prior) after work, and I always call, except for Tuesday. That was the ONE exception. And now I'm just the worst fucking kid in the world and I can't be trusted at any cost. Hell, they don't even trust me when I'm closing at work. They think I'm at a fucking club or something (I suppose the rap music blasting in the back doesn't really help, but what's the point of listening to shit music after we're closed). I am so fucking sick of having no freedom, and them having no trust in me, when I haven't done shit to make them think otherwise. Except that one fucking time on Tuesday. And one mistake shouldn't be enough to brand me for life.

I hate summer school. It's so pointless. I'm not learning anything. I don't remember what we did on friday, and that's kinda sad when you think about it. Sad in a funny way.

PE is stupid. It just is, beacase it is in PE's nature to be stupid. And health is boring, and it's like I'm back in french, cause I keep falling asleep. And then I go to work for awhile most days, and then I come home by 10 and go to bed by 11, to wake up at 6 the next morning. It's just SO MUCH FUN. << I'm glad for the weekends though.

Saturday was pretty fun. I slept for most of the day until I had to go to work, and it was pretty fun working with Kurtis and Ashley. I stayed and helped them till closing, and then I drove Ashley home, and Kurtis and I went bowling till around 1. Which was only for like an hour, but whatever. It was fun.

Then Sunday pretty much sucked. I got sanitizer on my sandwich, and it made me sick today, I left my phone on the roof of my car and forgot it there, and the new little bitchy girl at work said I was lazy, when SHE'S the one standing around talking to her boyfriend for 20 fucking minutes. Stupid little bitch is gonna have half the store turned on her if she keeps it up. Efrem and Shawn already are down on her cause she stood around talking and doing nothing. Just more stress...

Someone wanna do something, e-mail me until I get a new cell. Which will hopefully be tomorrow since I just got paid and have money to buy one...

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