Emo Update ahead: BAD WEEK
Friday:
everyone was busy or did not want to hang out with me. So Me and my best friend spent a lonely night talking on the phone and drinking together. We would have hung out but he's in California at the 29 Palms Base.
Fights with the boyfriend.
Hungover.
Saturday:
More Fights with the boyfriend.
Hungover again.
Then my pitbull I noticed was fiesty all day, was playing too rough with my lil blue heeler. I kept calling it on him. Well as soon as everyone leaves i hear my little baby screaming bloody murder, i run out there and my pit has her by the neck holding her down shaking her. (my family and boyfriend said I shouldnt have done this b/c i could have gotten my hand ripped off but i didnt know what else to do that was my baby) So anyway I run out there yelling his name and screaming thinking hes already ripped her neck open b/c i can see some blood (horror stories of my friend who use to fight pits flashed through my head) So i start kicking him as hard as I can and he wont let go, so I start punching him in the face repeatedly prolly 8 or 9 times and he lets go, and bites me. I run inside to call my father b/c im having a panic attack cant breathe and havent checked my dog to see if shes okay yet. Im crying and shes looking at me crying. i FELT SO BAD. So i look down and notice my vein is swollen about 1 inch out of my arm i have one small puncture and sctratches all over me... I check my dog and she is okay just very scared. I left my stupid pit outside all night.
Well later on now my hand is bruised all over and soar to touch. My pit is still acting much more aggresive and so I am watching them closely. Not letting him outside alone with her. Which is sort of a nuisance now but I don't want anything happening to her. My family is stupid and does not understand the danger of pitbulls. I love pitbulls and got him and then my sis wanted to keep him when i moved out. well she does not train or discipline him so he is a stubborn fuckin dog. They keep telling me, oh he wont do it again. You can tell in his atitude that he will. I love pitbulls and think its okie to have one if you raise it right. My stubborn ass family wont listen to a goddamn word i say. so no telling whats going to happen..
On with my bad days....
Next day-Sunday.
Hung over AGAIN.
Soar.
Fighting with family.
Monday:
Realize its last week of school and have to bust my ass studying.
Go to a math tutor to get help.
Realize I have a test that day that I forgot about.
Studied for 3 hours for my test, I had just learned what it was over that day. Get in my car and have to be at school by 7pm, its 6:45 My car wont start.
My friend lets me use hers but its out of gas so I have to stop and get gas. So barely make it. There is only 12 problems and they dont look like anything I just learned. Answered 6, Hopefully got a 40 so my final i have to at least get a 70 on. if i got at least a 40.
Get back to my car my dad is there to help me my car starts. He leaves, i hang out with my friend for a bit get in my car and it doesnt start. Call my dad he comes back finally gets it to start.
Stressed as fuck and ready to get done with fucking school.
I update again in a bit when I can find something interesting or happy to say.
Friday:
everyone was busy or did not want to hang out with me. So Me and my best friend spent a lonely night talking on the phone and drinking together. We would have hung out but he's in California at the 29 Palms Base.
Fights with the boyfriend.
Hungover.
Saturday:
More Fights with the boyfriend.
Hungover again.
Then my pitbull I noticed was fiesty all day, was playing too rough with my lil blue heeler. I kept calling it on him. Well as soon as everyone leaves i hear my little baby screaming bloody murder, i run out there and my pit has her by the neck holding her down shaking her. (my family and boyfriend said I shouldnt have done this b/c i could have gotten my hand ripped off but i didnt know what else to do that was my baby) So anyway I run out there yelling his name and screaming thinking hes already ripped her neck open b/c i can see some blood (horror stories of my friend who use to fight pits flashed through my head) So i start kicking him as hard as I can and he wont let go, so I start punching him in the face repeatedly prolly 8 or 9 times and he lets go, and bites me. I run inside to call my father b/c im having a panic attack cant breathe and havent checked my dog to see if shes okay yet. Im crying and shes looking at me crying. i FELT SO BAD. So i look down and notice my vein is swollen about 1 inch out of my arm i have one small puncture and sctratches all over me... I check my dog and she is okay just very scared. I left my stupid pit outside all night.
Well later on now my hand is bruised all over and soar to touch. My pit is still acting much more aggresive and so I am watching them closely. Not letting him outside alone with her. Which is sort of a nuisance now but I don't want anything happening to her. My family is stupid and does not understand the danger of pitbulls. I love pitbulls and got him and then my sis wanted to keep him when i moved out. well she does not train or discipline him so he is a stubborn fuckin dog. They keep telling me, oh he wont do it again. You can tell in his atitude that he will. I love pitbulls and think its okie to have one if you raise it right. My stubborn ass family wont listen to a goddamn word i say. so no telling whats going to happen..
On with my bad days....
Next day-Sunday.
Hung over AGAIN.
Soar.
Fighting with family.
Monday:
Realize its last week of school and have to bust my ass studying.
Go to a math tutor to get help.
Realize I have a test that day that I forgot about.
Studied for 3 hours for my test, I had just learned what it was over that day. Get in my car and have to be at school by 7pm, its 6:45 My car wont start.
My friend lets me use hers but its out of gas so I have to stop and get gas. So barely make it. There is only 12 problems and they dont look like anything I just learned. Answered 6, Hopefully got a 40 so my final i have to at least get a 70 on. if i got at least a 40.
Get back to my car my dad is there to help me my car starts. He leaves, i hang out with my friend for a bit get in my car and it doesnt start. Call my dad he comes back finally gets it to start.
Stressed as fuck and ready to get done with fucking school.
I update again in a bit when I can find something interesting or happy to say.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
laika:
I have one more week left of school as well..... i cant fucking wait. I am so sick of it all.
thyrist:
Wow. You really need a break.