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.