So every year me and my brother each have a halloween party. Dad said the days we could have them were the 28th and 29th. Nick has a football game on the 28th so dad made me take that day so nick wouldnt have to miss his game. No one is going to come to my party because the damn highschool has a game friday too so all my friends are gonna wanna go to that. ON TOP OF THAT, my friend kelsey is having her 18th birthday party at the same time. So any of my friends who would miss the football game for me are going to that.

Nicks reasons for not having his party the 28th: he has a football game

My reasons: highschool is having a football game that all my friends are going to. Kelsey is also having a party that day and she has the same friends as me.

It sucks. FML. No one is going to come.

Well first off. I found out I have step throat. Which makes sense because I’ve been getting really bad headaches, my throat hurts like a bitch and hurts to even fucking swallow my own spit, my ear feels like it has a horrible infection, I havent been hungry all week, and I’m so so tired.. All I can do about the strep throat is sleep, drink fluids, and take antibiotics. I can’t sleep because of the pain and I’m sharing a room with my cousin Mrs. Talksalot. I havent been drinking much because my throat hurts. But at least I can take some antibiotics.. And to top off my horrible day my boyfriend left his phone at home so I didnt talk to him practically all day. And he fell asleep right after I sent a text saying how lonely I felt. And now I feel bad for keeping him up and did I mention? I probavly gave him strep throat. I feel like a fucking fantastic girlfriend right now. I just need soneone to talk to and I wish he was awake…

Dear dad, Remember when we had that talk about how you make me feel like I’m not good enough? About how I feel like no matter how hard I try, its never good enough for you? I just made noodles for you. Put my dishes in the sink when I was done. Wiped the counter. Set the noodles out for you and mom. Spent 20 minutes cleaning up after myself. Then you call me down like I made a huge mess because I fucking didn’t put the pan in the fucking dishwasher?! Its not even my week to do the fucking dishes! You say I left a mess because there was one pan in the sink? No matter how hard I try it will never be good enough for you. Its like you can’t believe I can get a job done in one try.