I just got back from Elizabeth's dad's house. Jake was over too. So Elizabeth, him, and I just hung out for awhile. I don't feel good for some reason. My stomach kind of hurts, and I feel like I might faint. But maybe I'm just tired. I don't know. Last night Elizabeth and I went to my mom's house. We like. Ate the whole time. Lol. Well, and laughed. As always. I stayed at my mom's house last night. I know my dad like REALLY missed me because he got sort of mad that I stayed over there. But then he made me mad because I asked if I could stay at Elizabeth's mom's house, but he said no. And he's like "You stayed out last night." And I was like "So, that was at mom's house." And he's like "I don't care who's house it was. You need to stay home tonight." It bothers me how I lose social time with my friends just because he has nothing better to do. After all, I do LIVE with my dad, so I don't see why he has to ask me why I WANT to stay at my mom's house. Can't I just want to stay over there? Instead of using my mom for something. I mean. Yeah my mom does get annoying sometimes. And yeah I do talk negative about her to him. But every child talks about their parents in a negative way at some point in their lives. BUT STILL. It's totally besides the point how I have to have a reason. And like. I could live with my mom if I wanted. And only come see him like five times every month. But I CHOSE to live with him. If I make him so mad, why doesn't he just make me move the hell out? Then. Okay. There's this STUPID situation about the cell phone bill. I used to put my phone on mobile when I went places. But like. In February I turned it off because he told me it was costing him. And I didn't think that it would in the first place so that's why I turned it on. So THAT DAY I turned it off. The same effin day that he told me. I turned it off. So then. He gets his bill. And it says I've been sending and recieving messages. But it's not effin true because I had turned it off the day he told me. Then he's like getting all mad and shit. And I'm sitting there crying and he's like. Not even caring. Whatever. So, I'm just going to give him back the stupid phone and he can shut the stupid FREAKING number off. Because I'm sick of causing problems in his life. GaRsh. Sometimes. Just sometimes. I don't know. What the hell ever. I'm just so sick of being blamed for things, when I KNOW I'm not lying. I think I should just go to bed. I'll write tomorrow. I'm just in so much pain, it's not even funny anymore. Night.