I really thought i could go at least one weekend without crying. thanks to someone i didnt. i cant fucking go out ever. Like once a week. What the Fuck. I hate him. Fucking Asshole. Its like last year at thanksgiving. I made two pumpkin pies from scratch mind u and the stuffing and the sweet potatoes... and my dad.. what does he do. he tells me i didnt fucking make nething and im a waste of life. thanks alot. Im in a fucking great mood. Dosent help i have an extremly dumb test tomorrow. I seriously hate my life. ALi