I hate life. HATE. End of story.

Well..no. Not life. My family. There! Thats it! Yeah, family, yeah. Got home from school today and, of course, mom was in a bad mood. She's ALWAYS in a bad mood. We're ALWAYS fighting. Whether it be me and her, or her and Joe, or all three of us. I'm just sick of it.

I know why she's like this, too. NO, it's not because of the holidays, NO, it's not because of something my brother or I did.

It's because she's not getting the pity she wants. She thinks she can get away with anything because she's 'in a stressful time' because that God awful bastard decided to blow the gun. Well guess what? IT'S BEEN EIGHT, ALMOST NINE MONTHS. YOU CAN GET OVER YOURSELF NOW.

Ugghh. Why do I have to be only 14? Why can't I be 18 so I can leave this place? Or at least 16, I could escape for a little while in the least.

Or maybe let something happen to mom. Wouldn't have to be bad, really. Just SOMETHING to get me out of here. Ughh. I want to go riding. I want to go trail ride alone with pony, stop somewhere out in the woods and cry. Maybe tell them to come find me on the condition I don't have to go home. That sounds great. Truely it does. But OH WAIT! I can't, because I have to go to Beef O Brady's for a stupid dance team fundraiser.

Oh, and my friend Daisy's having a scary movie night this Friday. I was invited, and I want to go. I am going to go. Despite what Megan or Mallory or Alisha or Macy or Brooke say. They can all go stuff it.

Okay, so maybe life does suck? Well, except for my life at the barn. I like things there. Uggh. Idk...

Okay, I'm gonna head out. Mainly because I don't want to bore you guys with more to read. Honestly I have nothing to do but sit up here in my room until it's time to go to that fundraiser because I am NOT about to go downstairs.

Oh, and one more thing:

I'm gonna start posting a lot more, I can tell already. I think it will help. So get ready to read a lot of stuff.

I WAS going to delete all my old posts, but then I realised my post about my dad being dead is still there. So, I've changed my mind. I want to keep them. That one, at least. Honestly, I don't know what date exactly he died. It was NO time to think about what day of the week it was. I'll figure it out, though.

I actually did start crying, though, when I read the comments.

Yes, thats right, the comments. I love all of you guys - my friends (I'm talking about all of them here) - . More than you can probably guess.

Okay, gotta go before I start crying again or something.

Bye