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I'm sick of my dad telling me to do dishes. I'm sick of it. Just HAD it. I'm done. Know what he tells me before I left the house this morning? "See this? This is a non-stick pan. You don't have to scrub it or soak it or anything, ok? When you get home, I want you to do all the ******** dishes." I wonder if he knows I'm failing 2 classes? 1 month in the year and I'm about to ******** up again, and HE WANTS ME TO DO DISHES?!?!!

Seriously, that's the ONLY chore I have to do and CAN do. We barely have any food in our house. I don't understand how we can use so many dishes!! Let alone pots and pans! Him and his girlfriend are obviously too lazy to just clean off a dish they just finished using. I don't use dishes and it's like I'm being forced to clean up after them like a housewife.

Here's how my day went--

So, I had a good morning. I slept in an extra 50 minutes, had breakfast, and STILL caught the bus!! But, my dad chewed my a** this morning and raped my morning mood. It had me depressed all day. After school, we hung out at Bigfoot like we usually do. And Beka came with. It was more fun with her there!! But it's been looming over me that I HAVE to do the dishes.

Then, she asks me what's wrong because I have my head down. And lately, I've been thinking of Homecoming, which is exactly two weeks from today. Friday, September 18th, 2009. I've never been to a dance before and I wanna go. BADLY. And if I never go to a dance, how am I gonna see how awesome they are? My parents tell me they're great, but I've never been to one....

Me, Topher, Khaled, Austin, and Beka all hung out at Natoma. Eventually, Scriven joined in. And they were all having fun, but I couldn't be in. It's because I can't talk to people. I can't say anything that's on topic and it's like nobody notices I'm not there. And I was really depressed. These are the only real friend I've had throughout my life. I really just wanted to sit there.

Then, me and Topher had another Dr. Phil episode. He told me a few things that shocked me. He's a real friend. Not like somebody that just says hey then takes off because they can't stand talking to you or with you. He actually cares about me. I know a few other people do, but they don't show it. He's got it real rough, and it felt worse knowing that I couldn't help.

As it turns out, Maci has a problem with me. Topher said it was because I drink, but I don't do alcohol anymore. It's not fun and it's not worth the time. Not in the slightest. And, I know it's more than that. Lately, her and Peanut Butter have been acting like my sister lately. Any tiny thing they do just pisses me off because... well... For whatever reason, it just DOES. Know what I mean?

Then, me and Topher went to WinCo to get some candy. Then, we headed back to Natoma. There, I waited for his ride, which I couldn't get. So, I asked Scriven (who had already gone home) to meet me there. We talked. I originally wanted to talk about homecoming, but I just couldn't bring myself to care. I felt like I wasted his time. It was getting really dark by the time he had to go back home.

Now, the highlight, going home. My dad told me to do the dishes before the nighttime. I said, "******** you!" I'm going to walk home because A) I won't have to do dishes tonight, and B) I get to exercise and get a little less fat. It was 2 miles in the night. It's 8:00 by then, and I didn't get call from my dad. He's not worried or anything. He doesn't care.

Like I said, I'm failing two classes and he wants me to do dishes? It's 8:00 and I could get raped and he doesn't even call? Or anything? And when I get home, he doesn't even acknowledge me? And when was the last time we talked about something that wasn't dishes, grades, or sex-related?

I think he must hate me. If not that, he just doesn't care. Like I care anymore. My friends love me more than he does. He's just cranky, cranky, cranky. 24-7. And he's taking it out on me. I don't like being disrespected, and if that's how he's gonna be, then this is war!

I'm gonna fight him to not have to do the dishes. Whatever it takes, I'm going to oppose him until he gets my point that I'm actually a person; not a ******** housewife!!