someone, anyone, please steal me

ok i know there is an epic total of 5 people that even follow me but can someone save me, AND answer my SOS????




i FUCKING HATE MY HOUSEEEEEEEEEEEE!
HATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHTEHATE.



its not like i have abusive, drunken parents, but dear god.
i dont even like the word hate, but i also dont like being stuck home with people who just want to fucking antagonize, annoy, yell, and piss me off for no reason.
what in the HELLLLL did i do to any of you?
that what i want to know.
i try so damn hard to just be the perfect child, and when i do ONE damn thing that isnt "perfect" all hell breaks lose.
ok im so fuckin sorry i left a paper bag in jozy's car, but dont call me a disorganized slob who trashes everything.

it was a mistake, and i threw it away damnit!

i dont want to become one of those teenagers who just sucludes themself from their family, but frankily i want nothing to do with any of you. and i bet its the other way around.
lets all just find reasons to get madd at the gay, freak in the house.whoo.
and mom, you need to chill with the name calling.
just because i dont want to wear a dress (and never have) it doesnt mean you have the right to call your daughter a butchy dyke. and when you say things like "i dont know who would want to ever date you" or "your a selfish little bitch" or "you are discusting!" IT HURTS. i shouldnt let it get to me, but it fucking hurts. so much.
dad, jason, the man who i am forced to respect, stop with the assuming. when one thing gets out of place in the house dont come after me accusing me of being the one who messes up everything. half the time, it was your fault in the first place.
and jozy.....i dont even want to waste my time on you. when you learn to look at me as your sister and not some sinner you live with, i'll think about gaining some respect for you.

god i sound like a moody bitch right now. but theres no one i can confide in. it might as well be a blog.