Dear diary, 12/01/15
I still have trouble sleeping...i dont like it here,in our apartment...i hate it,i hate the school,i hate the kids,i hate him...
Ever since i transfered to the new school i was messed with by a group of girls...just like at my old school.I always found ways to ignore them,even told teachers but they never did anything just the same old response i always got that i was tired of hearing every single time.
Its just part of growing up
I stopped caring...
I didnt care anymore if i got into fights with my brother, if i made it clear that i didnt like Keith,the fact if i got yelled at for a simple mistake,insults from my mother and Keith that i was stupid,a disgrace,ungrateful...
Im getting tired of saying sorry for something i didnt do,tired of faking a smile,tired of being constantly reminded that i live under a roof because of them.I always used to tell myself that they only said those thing to keep me out of trouble...but it only made the bottled up emotions worse for when i finally errupt...
I hope we move out soon...my brothers birthday is in 2 days the same day as my friend which used to be my neighbor at our old house.She will be turning 10 and my brother 7.
Tomorrow's another day.
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