Well, its late… i’m bored… finally figured this Xanga thing out!

I’ve had so much stress this weekend you wouldn’t believe it. I feel so lonely sometimes. All I got is my Aunt, my Uncle, my Grandma, and Lindsey (but she’s not looking to promising about staying with me right now it seems).

Well here’s the whole story:

I finally decided to get away from my parents. I’m tired of living in that filth and am tired of all the emotional downpour my father gives me. Tired of being cussed at, taunted, yelled at, put-down, and forced to work in disgusting conditions! I just couldn’t stand it… my Dad gets so mad I go to bed afraid for my life. At one time I even slept with a bat close to my bed. He told me if I didn’t like it then to “GET OUT!” So I took him literally and called up my Grandma. She came over and picked me up afterschool Friday. We met my aunt in SpringHill (which is where I currently live now) and called the police and got them involved. They told us it was Miami County’s terrain and then they told us that it was the Paola PD’s. So we got that all done. Told the police officer to talk to my mom. It was the scariest night of my life. I still tremble when I think about it.

They say they’ve gotten better. But they took my clothes out of my hiding spot and (probably threw them away) I had to go buy new ones (some graciously gave me some… thank you!). Right now I think my Dad (who isn’t my biological Dad but my adopted Dad) is hacking into my MSN account. Tee and I showed him up finally. I went to MSN support and reported it. Now they want me to come back and are REAL sorry for what they’ve done, but I’m not going back… I don’t care how much they’ve changed. I don’t think they’re any better.

It’s all cool right now… I’m living with my Grandma, she’s a real nice person. I can even invite friends over to my house FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE without any regrets or embarrassment. It’s a relief, but at the same time its a burden and a heavy one at that. I feel so depressed sometimes not having the satasfactory of saying ‘MOM’ or ‘Dad’. It really hurts sometimes… and to add on to it Lindsey hasn’t been talking to me lately… seems she’s got her problems as well… oh well, life goes on… just waiting to see what tommorrow brings….. if I ever get to sleep….

-Later-