It is 12:27 and I am bored lol. We had our first bonfire of the year in our backyard tonight - my parents and my sister and I made pizza pocket things and s'mores and well, that was it lol. Megan ran around with my dog, Macy, and my dad played with fire and yelled at me, again, for the car thing. Apparently, I'm a horrible person who should just die because I don't care about anything or anyone, I *wanted* to get hit, the cause of the accident was me taking Rachel home, and because I lost one phone number, I'm irresponsible and I always fuck up everything. No joke, my dad said this - yay parent pep talks. Oh yeah, there's no way I'm going to make it in college, because of all the things he already said plus the fact that I can't live without someone to cook/clean/do everything on the planet for me. Excuse me? I do my own things, mom makes me dinner, fine, and does my laundry if she feels like it. Like I can't do that on my own? Oh wait I forgot, I can't, because I'd just fuck it up like everything else I do, it's amazing that I can get dressed in the morning with my shirt on right-side out and my shoes on the right feet. Some days I just don't know how to manage. Fuck them both, I'm going to college and not coming home until the next summer when I have to since there's no where else I can go yet. Can't wait to prove them wrong. I also can't get a car now, because my idea was to get as nice a one as I can for about 1000-1500 dollars so it'll last me through college and stuff. Good idea? I don't see a problem, but my dad's like no, you're going to get a 500 dollar car that will get you through this year. Then what's the point?!?! If I buy a car now, I won't have the money to buy *another* one next summer! He's so stupid sometimes, I hope he rots in hell. So everyone's writing about how sad it is the Zac Kemper's in a coma due to a drug overdose and how he's in prayers and everything. Okay, people will be pissed, but you know what? I don't feel bad, I don't *want* him to die or anything, but it's his own fucking fault and this is what he gets. Come on - the drugs didn't jump down his throat, he took them, *willingly*, knowing that they could seriously fuck him up!! The only thing I really have to say is what a stupid bastard, why the hell would someone do that? Bring on the "omg how can you say that" comments, I honestly don't give a shit anymore. Guess that's it, sorry I'm in such a bad mood, I hate it here, I haven't seen anyone other than my parents in forever, and I swear if it's this bad all weekend I'm leaving, packing my bag and either calling someone to pick me up or I'll ride my bike. I just need to get away, when I'm ungrounded I want to go anywhere that's not here and stay for a weekend, if not longer. One more fucking year of this shit...no...9 months, just until I'm 18 and then can do whatever the hell I want. I just want to go outside and scream at the top of my lungs and tell my parents exactly what I think of them, but, as I have no where else to go, I'll just wait for someone to come online to chat with. Later