You Play the Back. Bitch, I'm in the Front.

I hate facebook. It stirs up so much shit, its insane. I feel like an idiot for getting into it with Jordan, but I was just defending myself since that Cassidee bitch called me out. I don't even know who this chick is, and she calls me a fake bitch. Then of course Jordan sticks her nosy-ass in it and makes things worse. I'm quite aware that I made myself look like an ass, but at least she did the same. I don't care.

I wouldn't have kept going with her, but it was a bad day. Altman decided to play 'big dog' and take my phone. It was in my hand during the LAST thirty seconds of class -- the LAST class of the day. I wasn't even using it or anything. Bitch thinks she has some type of real authority over me. Ha.

Anyways, I had to call my Dad from Caitlin's phone to tell him it got taken; he was mad even before I told him what had happened. Great, right? I knew I was going to catch all the shit for whatever had happened to him that day. My dad's a big, scary, mean guy. To anyone that's ever seen him, you know. So when we got home, I went straight to my room, turned up my music alllll the way, took a big handfull of tylenol and motrin and closed my eyes. Oh, yeah, and argued with dumbassbitch Jordan. When my mom came to get me, she took my phone back from my dad and told him she'd cut it off for the weekend -- and didn't! We talked, and she agreed with me that he was overreacting and being an asshole. I feel sorry for her; being married to him for nine years must've been hell. He really is a douchebag. Now, don't get me wrong, my mom and I have our bad days/weeks, but its nothing compared to when my dad gets mad at me. And that's saying something. There is literally no arguing with him. He just yells over you and repeats the same thing over and over.

"You're dumb. You're worthless. You're a whore. You're just like your mother. Don't twist my words! You're dumb. You're worthless..."

How long before I start to believe him? I think I already do, sometimes. It doesn't matter, though. I can go and be a dumb and worthless whore in Charleston or Texas. Probably Texas. Less humidity, more Mexicans. ;b And to be as far away as possible from him, from here. Its a miracle he hasn't hit me yet. I see his hands ball up into fists and just know its about to happen..

When I got to my mom's, I immediately fell asleep. I slept all night, and even overslept and was late for work. And I never sleep. I just kind of lay there, thinking.

So, since Altman wants to put her bluff in and, in turn, make my life hell at home, I hope she's ready for some hell in class.

"Nice bra. Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch. Life's hard. I swear to God life is a dumb, blonde, white broad."