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.