This diary entry is out of character. It's just something I need to blow off some steam.
So, today, my dad finally got back from Florida. I guess I was happy to see him, or something, but he was asleep when I got home. First thing he did when he got up was tell me to shut up because I was talking too loud. I figured he was just cranky.
And then he decided to take me out to dinner.
By dinner, I mean Burger King.
After that, we dropped by his friends house. I thought it would only take a minute or so, so I said, 'why not.'
We went inside, and the first thing I noticed was a bong sitting on the table. After about 3 minutes in the house, he gave me the keys and told me to wait in the car.
This guy's house was on a strip of crack houses.
So I'm sitting there in a dark car surrounded by crack addicts.
And my dad's inside getting high.
After he came back outside, about 15 minutes later, we went to the store because my dad wanted some milk. He started poking at me and bothering me, so I got out of the car and walked home, crying.
I ******** hate him.
 .Karix.XIII. · Mon Nov 06, 2006 @ 04:40am · 0 Comments |
