Everything always has to go wrong. Always. God, why can't things just be easy?? Ok, they don't have to be easy, but why can't they be... I don't know, simple, pleasant. I mean, things were goin pretty good there for a while. But no, the always have to go back to the crappy way they were before. So Antony comes home all pissed off cause he left some tool at work. And, hey, what do you know, the only reason I exist is for him to take out his anger on. He's taking Thomas to get a haircut at some hair-cutting school because it's free, so I asked if I could get one too. Then he freaks out and thinks I'm gonna shave my head or something. And he doesn't approve of the dress Jordi was gonna let me wear for homecoming because it's too "low-cut." So, I ask if we can go by Target and get me a dress while we're out tomorrow, trying to save gas. I have a 40$ gift certificate there, so I was gonna pay for it. And you know what he does? He picks up his plate and throws it at me. Yeah, food on it and everything. So I have broccoli and ketchup all over me and in my hair and my arms bleeding from where the plate scratched me. But no, I can't leave the table to clean up. I have to sit there. God he's such an asshole!!!! And then Kiefer is annoyed with me. Wonderful. Exactly what I wanted. I don't think he feels the same as he did when we first started going out. I love him just as much, if not more than I did before. But, I think its dimming for him. And I can understand, I mean, I have nothing to offer him. He puts up with my shitty moods, my home crap, my short temper, and what do I give him back? Now that I think about it... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wow. That's terrible. Maybe my parents are right, I'm not good enough. For anything.