I'm home . I'm home and where should I begin ? my parents were waiting for me at the airport and while I would like to say that it was a cheerful reunion .. I hate lying. My dear father wasn't too happy to see me or maybe he was happy to be able to yell at me once again. At first it didn't bother me too much but like everything after an hour or two of being called an idiot it kinda starts to get annoying. I have a big mouth. I can't ever shut up -- apparently this is true . I'm grounded for a few years .. well , at least that's what he says but I've never been one to follow orders . at least not his -- my mom like always got overly emotional and made me promise that I would never do anything like this again. she kept asking if 'anything' had happened to me .. umm .. I'm still not sure what she expected me to say .
Also I found that a 'friend ' of mine has been doing me the favor of telling everyone that I'm .. well .. I'm sure by now most of you know . What a fucking bastard ... and no we aren't friends anymore . go fuck yourself and stop trying to call me. I'm tired now so goodnight and catch you all later .