So instead of doing day 23, I decided to do something more interesting and do day 23 tomorrow. I'm going to tell you of my day today.
It started out pretty normal, I got up and got ready. I then got to babysit my nephews for 4 hours then they went home. I wrote some stuff in a story and then ate some food. It's after eating where my life got crazy again.
I was sitting on the couch typing and checking Facebook, when Kalicia finds a fake piece of bread in the pillow next to her. She freaks then puts the bread on my keyboard, I told her it wasn't mine and threw it back her. She then kept putting the bread back on my keyboard and I kept throwing it back at her. She then yelled about how she was putting it there so she could put it away later and threw the bread at my face. I yelled and said she was being retarded and how sometimes I wonder if she actually is retarded. My mom then got angry at me for being so "harsh", I explained it was the only way I could get through to her, but she was still mad.
Then my obviously retarded older brother, ALEX, threw water at me. YES WATER, with a lappy sitting right there. It did get on my lappy so I freaked out and told him to stop being so stupid and how he could have ruined my computer. I don't really remember to much of our yelling but I do remember him punching me and trying to throw me outside of my house. Then he sat on top of my head and started punching me, so I bite him out of self defense because at the point that was all I could do. SO then he punched me harder in the head. Then walked to the door and told me he wish I would leave already. I told him I wish I could, then decided I would. I yelled about how I was never coming back... crying of course. Pick up a lot of stuff then walked out.
And yes I do not plan on ever going back there ever if I can pull it off. I need a job and a car. Then I won't ever have to go back... because thinking about having to go back there and live with those people makes me feel really sick and even makes me want to cry.
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