Yes. Hurray for my life.

I had my phone for a week. Not even. And mom went and had dad take it away again. Just because I had posted up a status on facebook, and Spencer had been mad about it and called dad names and I said: "I know." I didn't call dad names. Not at all. Seriously? A WEEK. And now dad won't listen to me. Not at all. Really Mom? Really dad? Thanks for making it so I can't have have my phone even a week. Without you guys taking it away again. I DIDN'T CALL DAD NAMES. Yea, Spencer did, but I didn't. All I said was: "I know." That's it! That's all I said. And, for good measure I deleted the post. But, honestly, people, I had it for barely a week, and already it got taken away again, how do I keep managing to fuck up at EVERYTHING? Even my math grade which has gotten raised from an F to a D+ isn't good enough even though I missed the first two WEEKS of school. And have no leverage for anything. And missed the first chapter. And need to play catch up. Great, life got to be great for once, and now, it's back into the dumps. I got my phone back and managed to keep myself from losing my mind during that lovely nervy b I had last night after starting to remember things I would rather forget because I got to text Spencer until I fell asleep. Thanks Mom, for putting me in a really bad situation. I don't even know if I'll have another nervy b. I probably will. Knowing me, and knowing how much it haunts me, well, lucky me, I get to lose my mind.