This day was my sister's birthday.
The morning started off just fine, and I only ended up getting shouted at once, which was because I'd left my lamp on.
My sister got shouted at, though, because she wanted her Ipod (her other one got stolen), and the mother refused to give it to her, even though she'd put her own money towards it; as did seven other people.
Later on in the day, I was watching TV and got over an hour and a half into X factor US, when my step dad came into the living room, told me that he was having the TV and took the remote off me.
So I let him... it's seems pretty pathetic, really.
He knew that I was watching it and I had loads of time left on it.
But when I turned the TV off because he was talking to my mum beforehand, he started shouting at me and slagging me off to my mother.
I just walked away and ignored them.
When I went downstairs later that night, they ended up shouting at me and slagging me off to each other because I reminded them about a letter I needed to hand in for Sixth Form.
They was shouting because I was only deciding to tell them about it at 9pm and claimed that I had the letter, even though I'd given it to my mum.
'Surprisingly' it ended up on the table the next morning.
So much for me having it.
That night, I pretty much had a mental breakdown.
I had tonnes of homework to do (4 essays among other pieces of work) and ended up staying up til 2 and waking up at 5 so I could complete it. This was because he decided to turn the internet off for 14 hours in one day alone.
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Dear Diary
Non-FictionThis is my diary. It's just to help me vent. My counsellor told me to write one, and since I come on here everyday, I thought 'why not?' Everything in this is true.
