rosesarered

Whew!
I've got a new scar. It fucking hurt so bad. I always tell people that I'm not that tough, but I guess maybe I am.
I'll post pictures once I get the fucking purple ink off of it cause I was going to have a lot more done but it hurt way to bad.
Afterwards, I went to my friend Steven's house and we watched Scarface. We talked for a loooong time. Then I realized I was supposed to be home 57 minutes ago so I had to take off. Oops. My mom was pissed. She always gets mad at me.
Anyway, then, at 3:30 when I got home, I went out to work with my dad. I sat in the truck while he fixed the track thingie. He bought me a mocha and we talked about how my mom always makes me feel guilty.
She gets mad when I don't call her to tell her where I'm at, but when I do call, she makes me feel bad that I'm not spending time with her and the family instead.

Dad and I got back at six thirty and I made some new buttons and tried to fall asleep at 8, and then woke up at 10. That's two hours of sleep, for those of you who are bad at math.

I've realized that no one on here knows who I am. I'm too afraid to really be myself.