I thought I would pretty much get bored writing everyday but it's quite the opposite. I can vent and rant and not worry about anyone stopping me or getting hurt. This is my escape and my punching bag. I really need to thank Clement for this.
Today I beat up Raul Chobiski for whistling at Clement. He was wearing these tight skinny jeans. He looked sexy alright but everyone should know he's mine. I got suspended of course but Dad is still not home so it's okay.
I don't know why I let him hit me. Maybe because he's my father. Used to be. A damn good one at that but ever since he got fired everything just went downhill. We found out that he had slept with his boss' daughter who is only eighteen. He's lucky she's legal or else I'm sure her father would have pressed charges. It's disgusting but Eleanor Creek is a whore I already know that. I couldn't believe it but with Eleanor giving me sly looks at school and Mom crying every night told me otherwise. Matthew Creek was a family friend and dad's highschool friend but with what happened I don't think they're friends anymore. My freshman year would have officially sucked if not for Clement. My sweet, sweet baby. I miss him already.
I hate that whore for seducing my dad. I hate my father for being weak. I hate my mother for being weak. I hate me for being weak. I wonder if all this hate will soon turn into poison choking me. I could have ended it all easily but I decided for once I'll be strong and face the bullshit life has to offer. I'll be stronger than this someday. Someday.
• Vic out •
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