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I had a bad day..
I had a pretty bad day today. I'm not going to lie. My car broke, and it cosed 530 dollars to fix. Which, to me, is so much money. I became overly stressed and I started crying out at my dads house. All I wanted to do was go home, but not having a car, I was kind of abandoned out there, so there wasn't much that I could do.

Then my mother had the bright idea to ask my father, more or less tell my father to give me money for the car. I don't know why she has to always make an appearance and one way or another ask for money, but she always does. My mother asking for money only upset my dad (since he was already talking to me telling me that he would give me 200) so of course they started fighting over the phone. My dad hung up and started saying how my mom was a b***h and she was only ever looking for money. I had enough of my parents fighting when I was a kid. I'm so sick of it and my mom always has to bring something up to my dad.

Then my best friend, who isn't actually even my friend anymore, as if that weren't enough, decided to try and talk to me today. He told me that I got ripped off and that I should have asked him about the part first. I don't need to ask him before I do anything. He already upset me, he already made me cry, so why does he insist on talking to me and making things even worse?

I just wanted to see him. I know that if I could see him my bad day would go away. But I couldn't see him... I couldn't get that one hug from him. Or that one 'I love you' and it sucks... It just isn't fair....

Today has been awful and I feel sad. I'm not tired and I know that I'll just be lying awake all night. I just want to sleep. Have it be morning and forget that today ever happened...





 
 
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