Lately, I feel like everything good that happens to me has to be followed by some kind of devastating event. I wish God didn't hate me so much as to do that to me all the time. I guess I'm damned. *sigh* Anyways, earlier on this morning we had a family counsel. Nothing special. For some reason that is unknown to me still, daddy and I got in a fight. I ended up going into the bathroom crying because I didn't want the rest of my family to see me. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that everything they've been doing has been driving me completley insane, Insane enough to actually think that I could run away. I locked myself in and sat in there, on the cold floor, for about 2 hours, crying silent tears. Everyone in my family besides daddy went to church, and I still sat, locked in the bathroom crying. Daddy came upstairs and sat outside the door. He started talking to me. He said he was sorry that he made me cry and that he loves me so much. He asked what he could do to make my life happier. To make me feel better. So, I told him. I told him that he could stop comparing me to my sister. [I love my sister more then anyone, but she, like everyone else isn't perfect and has made some mistakes in life that I plan to never make] I'm not like her in that aspect. I know what's right and what's not, I know where I want to go in life and I refuse to end up like her. Broken-hearted and still lost. I told him that he could stop trying to take away everything that I've worked so hard to keep. Things including my friends, my music, my activities, my interests. We had a good talk about responsibility and my future. And I think we understand each other on a much deeper level know. I love my daddy, I tell him everything and I know he wants what's best for me. This is the first time in about 7 years that daddy and I have had a quarrel about something. Even though it's over it still hurts. I hope that it never happens again. I guess Wade called earlier. I tried to call him and left a message. Still waiting for him to call back.