I cut class today to go to Tim hortons, and when I came back I was in really deep shit. They sent me down to the office after public embarassment, and I cried a little...

I shouldn't have gone. I don't care, anymore. I shouldn't have gone but it doesn't matter anyhow, because life sucks, and I deal with it...

It's really not a big deal. Why does the admin waste their time talking to class skippers instead of drug dealers?

I told my mom. She was quite understanding and I felt a little better. When I told my dad, he gave me all this crap about me not having a brain, comparing skipping to murder, not believing his own daughter would do something like this...

News flash, father! I'm not perfect! You go and give me all this crap about not being able to think for myself, etc, etc. I knew exactly what the risk was, la la la, I just don't want to tell you the full truth because your tiny close-minded head is shoved somewhere where the sun doesn't shine.

And why is the first question you ask me after you find out I skipped with somebody is "Was it a boy or a girl?"

Holy crap, father-unit-guy. I had almost zero respect for you in the first place because of your ridiculous world views, your unwillingness to accept those who are of a different race, those who have difference beliefs and views...the world REALLY doesn't revolve around you! And the fact you gave me asthma with that stupid cigarette I'd love to saw in half whenever I see it lit up.

Thanks, dad. When I'm 18 that's the last you'll see of me. Goodbye.

...she hugged me today...it wasn't all that bad...