My Hell

Tuesday, June 6th

Hi... Today my war was brutal. (And not the WOE IS ME Shit). I started my day by almost missing my bus. When I got to school, I realized I owed $4 to my school for forgetting to turn in the school's camera for a music video project. I thought I only owed $2. So I asked my friend Robert if I could borrow $2, now I have to pay him back tomorrow. 

Second bad thing that happened today, happened during my VIP class. So I decided to go to the TV Room to work on my music video project. (The TV Room doesn't have TV's in it, it actually has Mac Computers in it). This was bad because now when I turned in the music video, it was counted as late. 

Third bad thing happened after school when I returned my choir dress. Apparently, they are making us use the same dresses next year, (mine was too small in the "chest" area, if you will. Aka My boobs). 

After that I went to the school library to work on my Spanish Final Review packet. I went with my friend Bella. Bella and I worked on the packet together. I had a final club meeting today with ice cream, but I knew the packet was more important so I skipped out. Then on the way out the club adviser caught me and Bella, and gave us some ice cream, yum! (that was the only good part today.)

So I know so far this must seem like nothing that I should say is too terrible, and your technically right. And if what happened when I got home, didn't happen, I would of said today was Ok. 

So when I got home, I went to my room right away, like normally. My younger sister's therapist came, and that was normal too. A few hours later, I start to hear screaming, so I think, Oh this is ok, this is normal at my house. That is until I heard the shrieking and especially not when I heard the shattering of glass. So being me, knowing that something bad happened, I decided to take a nap til it ended. (I'm an empath. So basically, I feel other people's energies like they are my own. If someone around me is sad, I am sad too. If they are happy, so am I. If they are in pain somewhere, so am I. This type of thing is subconscious, and not at all a choice. Its like you go into a certain space area with people and you can just feel it. You don't even have to look at them, but it is hard to tell your energies from other people's energies). Anyways, when I woke up, I decided to go downstairs to see what happened. I walked into the kitchen...

The stove was shattered. Terrible thing. I mean it was literally shattered, the top is glass. (We are part of the lower middle class, so we don't have a lot of money to fix this type of stuff. I went and asked my dad what happened. The following is what he said happened:

-My sister's were fighting in the basement (physical fighting over only God knows what)

-My dad went to separate them

-They came upstairs

-My dad and my younger sisters' therapist took her laptop

-So she went to make a bowl of cereal

-(something happened here that triggered what happened next)

-My little sister slammed the milk on the stove

-THE STOVE SHATTERED

-My dad somehow ended up with lots of cuts and bruises on his arms

So let me explain a bit about my sisters. They both are "troubled" if you will. And they have lots of "problems" like OCD, Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia, etc. Sometimes they have trouble controlling themselves, so stuff like this is a bit common in my house. 

Anyways, the energies started to overwhelm me, so I asked my dad and then ran outside and sat on the steps, just to get out of the house away from the energies. 

When I went back inside, my dad and I decided to go to California Tortilla (a burrito place close by) for dinner. It was buy one get one Taco Tuesday. So we went out to eat. Then my dad asked me if I wanted to go back and watch Netflix or go some place like Walmart or Home Depot. I chose Walmart. 

When I got home after Walmart it was too late to watch Netflix with my dad so I got into my pjs, made a small salad, ate it and then headed to bed (which is where I am now).

Between coming home and the fight, Larry decided it would be fun to call me a slut and a whore. So then Larry pissed me off really bad. So I unfriended him. Because he thought he owns me. He told me he is the pimp and i'm his slut. So I said no. Long story short: Bye bye Larry.

What I'm really angry about is how I'm just supposed to ignore all this shit. Act like nothing happened tomorrow when I go to school.

Today's war was brutal, but surprisingly, I survived better then I thought I would. 

Well anyways, I gotta go to sleep now,

-Calli </3