Books are harder than Heads

Friday: I got into an argument with my father. He threw a book at me. It hit me in the head. I was bleeding. I was woozy. He shut off my phone in spite. It is, no, was the only connection I had to my love and my friends.

Saturday: My mother picked me up. Rescued me from my father. My father got a call from the school. I have a Saturday detention a few weeks from now. He called me. He yelled at me. He called me a whore. He said I should never see my love and friends again. I hung up on him. I ran outside. My mother caught me and got mad at me for treating my father with such disrespect.

Sunday: Depression.

Monday: Sleep.

Today: Doctors appointment. I shouldn't be this tired all the time. Then a dentist appointment. The place where everytime I go, they deteriorate my self-esteem just a little bit more.

I have a half an hour.