Saturday, November 15, 2003
Anyone Please Help
I need to get out of this house so badly. I feel sicker and crazier than ever right now. Every second I am there I see that dead dog lying in a pool of blood(or shit, whatever the hell it was.) Why did I have to find it? Why did I have to move it? Everything pointed to it dying. Mike getting the three sixes on his test and homework. The six dead birds. I was scared as shit when I found it dead. I thought something a lot bigger was going to happen like Ashley having a heart attack or something. Everywhere I look I see all the horrible things that have happened here. The nail in my brother's foot. My brother's nail torn off. All the blood from the times we've punched through that stupid glass window. But that dog haunts me the most. I don't want to go home ever again.
While I was trying to acheive this dream of never going home, I celebrated Ashley's birthday. I told my parents I was going to and they said it was fine and didn't specify any restrictions of any kind. So after everything I get home at two o'clock in the morning and suddenly it's my fault that my parents weren't awake when I called to tell them when I'd be home and that they didn't specify that I needed to be home by eight. My punishment? Grounded for two fucking weeks. TWO WEEKS? THAT'S 14 DAYS. MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 9 DAYS, YOU FUCKS! One, it was one of my best friends' birthdays. Two, when I need to go to work they could give me more than two hours advance warning. After I get home at two, my dad wakes me up at 7:30 saying that I need to get ready for work. I need to get out. If anyone got me out of here, that would be the greatest present ever. I can barely eat since that dog and I want to throw up the food every time I do manage to swallow the food. I can barely sleep. I really am going really crazy.
I need to get out of this house so badly. I feel sicker and crazier than ever right now. Every second I am there I see that dead dog lying in a pool of blood(or shit, whatever the hell it was.) Why did I have to find it? Why did I have to move it? Everything pointed to it dying. Mike getting the three sixes on his test and homework. The six dead birds. I was scared as shit when I found it dead. I thought something a lot bigger was going to happen like Ashley having a heart attack or something. Everywhere I look I see all the horrible things that have happened here. The nail in my brother's foot. My brother's nail torn off. All the blood from the times we've punched through that stupid glass window. But that dog haunts me the most. I don't want to go home ever again.
While I was trying to acheive this dream of never going home, I celebrated Ashley's birthday. I told my parents I was going to and they said it was fine and didn't specify any restrictions of any kind. So after everything I get home at two o'clock in the morning and suddenly it's my fault that my parents weren't awake when I called to tell them when I'd be home and that they didn't specify that I needed to be home by eight. My punishment? Grounded for two fucking weeks. TWO WEEKS? THAT'S 14 DAYS. MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 9 DAYS, YOU FUCKS! One, it was one of my best friends' birthdays. Two, when I need to go to work they could give me more than two hours advance warning. After I get home at two, my dad wakes me up at 7:30 saying that I need to get ready for work. I need to get out. If anyone got me out of here, that would be the greatest present ever. I can barely eat since that dog and I want to throw up the food every time I do manage to swallow the food. I can barely sleep. I really am going really crazy.
// posted by Unknown @ 8:54 PM 
