Bryan yelled at me yet again. I didn't even do anything this time. I snapped and cried my eyes out. I mean...he's supposed to be the one there for me.
My mom has a thing for always yelling at me. She acts like I'm the one whom told her to be a daycare person. I know I'd do a better job at it because she is a b***h. Does nothing with the kids besides have them watch tv and draw. I'm going to be interactive with the children.
Other words. I can't handle anyone else yelling at me. He seems to yell at me about everything. I don't know if it's his time of the month or he's just pissed at me. I hung up on him. I cried myself sick. I'm still feeling sick but I called him back and he apologised.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I'll be eighteen in two weeks and I can't even find a damn job to get away. I'm thinking about moving out on my own for awhile. Or just until I graduate from High School. Maybe then I'll be able to handle critisim.
Even at school today I felt overwhelmed. I wanted to deck everyone. I was pretty close to it too. Specially in Mrs. Lawrence's colabrotive class. All I did was volunteer to help and I wanted to kill those kids for treating a great teacher like that horridly.
I even kicked my friend Shayla and I didn't mean to. I wanted her attention so I kicked her. I'm thinking maybe I should go and submitt myself into Chestnut Ridge for awhile. Just so I can have some cooling off time away from everything.
Don't get me wrong. I love Bryan dearly. I flip out everytime my ring falls off in my sleep. I cry after we fight and I'd do anything for him...I just...I don't know anymore...maybe.................................
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