Right o.... 'Fuck' and 'Shit' are some good words right now.

I got locked out of my house again... *tear* Withought the house key. Elizabeth came back at 6:43 with my sister and her annoying bitchy friends who laughed at me and told me to fuck off just because I was sitting on the front steps crying when the got home. And Elizabeth didn't even give a shit... she waltzed inside withought really looking at me, telling me I needed to remember my fucking key next time. My cloths are soaked through and my cd player is fried. My binder is also soaked and the ink on the papers are running. My art project is ruined... I'm not alowed on the phone because Andrew calls me, and Elizabeth thinks it's Dylan. When Wayne comes home he'll disconect my cell service... *tear*

I feel all emoish again. It's no fun. My councilor's name is Dawn. She has a perm, and her hair is a few cm long... it's really scary.

The cut on my shoulder 'really' hurts. I will KILL the kid who cut me!!!!! If I find out who it was... or where they live...