I don't even know
I'm sorry. I haven't written in a long time. I don't know why. Yesterday, my dad got angry at me. It was all my fault too. You see, he was looking for my 4th quarter report card yesterday, but the thing is that I threw it away, like an idiot. I was having a dilemma of whether or not to tell him the truth. I decided I would tell the truth and he got....not really angry but more passive aggressive? He kept his cool but you could tell he was mad. I ended up crying like a small child. But, there was no one to blame but me. Whatever. He doesn't seem angry anymore, but I know he's still probably mad at me. Anyways, I exercised today. I felt pretty empty I guess? I've been listening to a lot of slowed reverb music lately. They can make you feel sad, scared, or like you're in an edit. Yesterday, I cut myself again. They weren't as deep as I wanted. So I wanna do it right now, but I feel like it's too late for it because it's like 10 and I'm about to sleep. I don't know when I'll write again, but I'll try to do it more often.