Bummer

Yeah. So he's not coming back. Hang on, heres what happened Thursday, in between my last post and this one.
According to Paul, Mum never showed up last night. Isabel was being a huge stress and really worrying Paul with shit she was saying, even though he was totally trying to be tough, I could tell.
I thumped her, and got yelled at at school, cos the little blabber told on me the wuss! She didn't say why I'd hit her though, I made it clear that we couldn't tell no one what had happened, school would make a big deal out of it you know?
Anyway, I went home after school, to wait for her with Paul and Isabel, and get the info on why she left and stayed out all night, but she hasn't come back yet.
While we were waiting, we got this call of Dad, for Mum, saying he wanted a legal divorce! I'm really shocked. He was stressing himself out trying to explain to Isabel, who of course, made baby-crying noises down the phone. I can't BELIEVE how much she plays Mum and Dad, she's so selfish stressing him out like this!
He said he'd call back when Mum was ready to talk to him, because I'd said she was sulking in her room. By this time, Paul just wanted to escape, pretty much same as me, so we left Isabel in charge of Mum-watch. I don't care if she messes up or goes out, this is on her, I'm not looking after the bloody family its not my job! I'm ESPECIALLY not wasting my time makeing sure the faker's all right! She'll just have to look after herself in ther house tonight.
So anyways, I'm at Ashlees place getting pissed now, Mum still aint back yet, and Dad is leaving us. Paul must be well gutted.

BLAH BLAH BLAH

I'm a bit gutted you know? He was the best dad we've ever had. Apart from giving us Paul, he rocked. Sorry, I've spent all week running through it in my head.

Mums spent every morning since he left, up in her room on the phone. She only came down ten minutes ago, muttered sommat about "going out" and left. She was kinda tipsy looking.

Isabel and Paul haven't talked to anyone since Monday. Neither have I, but I hardly ever talk to anyone but Ashlee an Mark an Nat anyway. I don't sleep at our house anyway.

I'm worried slightly. Dad will probably come back right? He can't just have left us. He wouldnt have left Paul for sure right?

Oh my god. Today, the little bitch went and told Mrs Rawson what happened! Me and Paul got pulled out of class to "talk about it" with Miss and Isabel!!I was like 'YOU LITTLE COW! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TOLD, YOU BLOODY ATTENTION-SEEKING SLY BITCH' And got this damn lecture from Miss, about "stress, and blaming others, and how I need to realise it isn't my fault either".

BLAH BLAH BLAH. HE'S NOT EVEN GONE FOR GOOD YOU IDIOT. Just 'cos Mums a tarty slut, going round sleeping with random people, will not mean Dad just left us, you twat.

I HATE my fucking life.

Wow.

Wow. So....
Dad left mum. On Sunday they were having this arguement. I don't know what about. I was getting ready to go out, upstairs in my room, but Isabel was in my room (she was like all upset because mum had banned Lucy from coming round), and then like Dad stormed out the house and Mum went out, like ten minutes later.

On Monday morning I had this uber hangover, and Dad was all, "Don't you ever think about what you do? You'll end up worse then your sister, liver poisoning or mugged or something. Is that what you want?!"
And I'm like ... "Uuuh. HANGOVER. You know!?" But anyway, mum comes in and suddenly I'm kicked out and theres all this whispering, and as Pauls sneaking past me, Dad bursts out, yelling at my mum about some guy she slept with.
So anyway, Monday was shit man. Isabel spent the day crying in Miss Sann's office, the attention-seeker!

BLOODY MEN

Ok, so I'm on my laptop in my room and my bloody dad bursts in accusing ME of setting fire to his bloody favourite trousers! I'm like 'Uuh, NO. I never.' Apparantly I'd WANT to set fire to his stinking ugly trousers. Uuh, no wouldn't want to touch 'em myself, but hey, I get grounded for two weeks while PAUL (he's my little bro and the baddest gangster around. Apparantly), gets a new moby, for whatever reason, the little twat. HE FREAKIN DID IT TOO!
SO mad right now, AAGH, When I get that little bastard I'll kill him! I HATE BLOODY MALES! THERE ALL THE SAME!!

A new outlet

Hi all.
I'm new to Blogger. Obviously. My counsellor told my mum it would be an outlet for me. Whatevs. Of course, it coming from my counsellor, mum agreed. Now, I have to post my thoughts and feelings on this freakin' thing, and have my counsellor read a few each week.
I hate my bloody counsellor. She can go scew herself. Hear that Barbara? GO SCREW YOURSELF!!
Right. I'm off to watch some tele. That Childen In Need things on in about 20 mins. It'd better not be dull.