I'm not joking, so stop laughing.

Alright Dad pick me up late from Primetime, and be drunk while you are at it, not the usual drunk you are the you're literally piss drunk and shouldn't be driving. Thanks you make me want to go out into the world and be a fucking superstar. You couldn't even keep the car on one side of the road. You couldn't just do one thing and stay sober to pick up your daughter, your fucking child. What if we got in an accident? To be honest I prayed we would get in an accident. I wanted to get hit and be seriously injured just to fucking make you realize what you did. I hate this month, I hated last month and I'm most likely going to hate next month. So I stopped talking to people. Sure JJ I talked to my sister, because I haven't seen her in solid 3 to 4 weeks. And Stef was the only one that cheered me up. I got attitude in the car and stupid jokes from my Dad. I know you don't know that but I don't want to talk to anyone and I know you don't that either but last night I waited up all night for you to text back but you never did so that will be tonight for you and this morning I waited for you to finally text me first....nope never happened once again I texted you asking, "Good morning?" To even see if you noticed I wasn't in school. Well nope you response, "good morning" No concern no nothing. It's fine now because I don't care anymore. Goodnight Moon, I pray for the Tartagila Family.