FUCKING CUT.

I FELL DOWN TODAY. after mass, it was raining. so had to get to dads car. so i ran in the rain. and with my no-grip converse shoes, i fell. it was a fuckin bad fall, fell on like the road. cut at my left palm, right elbow, knee, and stomach. i was bleeding like fuck, and it was fucking pain. and my fall was so bad it tore my jeans. like there is a big hole now. and i scratched my armani exchange belt badly, i am fucking pissed off over it. if you know me, my left hand has like a scar. and now i think i am gonna have like 3 more of that. and let me tell you why my dad was a bastard today. he saw me fell, and when i picked myself up. i got in the car. in the car, my father fucking rubbed it in. he was laughing and mocking me, saying very good in the very makes-you-want-to-slap-him bitch ass tone. i was like already in a fucking lot of pain and was bleeding and shit, yet he still had to do that? i think it was uncalled for. well after that, we reached my house. it was still raining, so i told him to drop me off at the shelter so i could go up first (cause i was in pain). but he fucking refused and he slowly went to park the car (with me in it, and in pain i repeat). and i fucking had to walk in the rain again to get to my house lobby. like what the fuck? i am really fucked off with him. i don't really know why he did what he did, but its like fucked up.

well after that i went home, washed my cut with water. which was fucking excruciating, i had to like to bite a towel. i put some antiseptic shit, which caused me more pain. and went to sleep. woke up, felt better, and went to eat an early dinner with mom, at sizzlers, dad had some client to attend to. after that met grace at night, then headed home early. well i am still really fucked off with my dad. AND MY WONDERFUL JEANS IS TORN. i will get them fixed, AND MY FAVOURTITE BELT, scratched. but cant really see properly i hope.