stage 7

Okay we are officially at stage 7. i actually had to go downstairs to the safety of my room. he started throwing drum sticks at glass doors. yeah seriously. i can still hear him going. its actually kind of interesting how much hate he keeps bottled up all the time, and how long he can let it out. Now most of you might be thinking holly shit her dads a psycho lets call child serveces, well please don't I love my dad and he never hurts me. okay so once in a while something happens, or he forgets to feed me. Im 13 i can make my own dinner. and ive gotten pretty good at it. now though i have to start teaching my sister how to rie through his waves, because she almost interupted him ( you NEVER do that) plus he doesnt mean to he just is an angry old man. with a good arm.
It's times like there where i really apreciate my friends. I mean it bring me that much closer because i realize how much i need you. Ill be pretty soliditary at school next year, but ill still have my friends and ill be old enough i can just bike to their houses. and i know ill always be able to have a shoulder to cry on, yours.
Love ya,
GothGirl xox