Blarg
I am not on as much as I want to be lately. My mom moved back to town and wants us the stay with here an weekends and stuff. During the week I have competitive shooting classes on Monday that. My dad is the coach sadly. So when you want to quit he can guilt you into shooting again. Really I am like his pride and joy when I am in shooting or I'm in anything to do with guns. It also used to be my time away from my little sister. Now she is in it as well, so now I have to put up with her in my once escape. Now I think the only reason why I go to shooting is to see a friend who I barely ever see because she goes to a different school and everything. It seems as if there is no escape for me anymore. I want to quit, but I want to see my friend. I also don't want my dad to hate me. Well I don't think he would, but he would most likley ground me or something. Sometimes I wish there was an easy button like on those commmercials.
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