I hate my dad. My moms coming home on monday, she tried to come home early but couldnt.I wanna go back home so bad. I dont understand how a person can take something away if they didnt fucking give it to you. I cried friday night for the first time in soooo long and sat on my bedroom door and quietly begged someone to help me. My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is perfect.My life is.