Friday, May 1: I asked Dad if I could go to a party with Emma and all my mates after Rock n Roll tonight. We, Emma and I were invited but didn't have a ride so we couldn't go. Then one of the guys, Mark, said he could pick us up. Dad said NO!! because he didn't know Mark! Bastard! I so complained. Then he said he didn't want me going to R&R because I've been out too much and he didn't want to pick me up. (Nana could bring me home, so thats just an excuse.) I screamed at him. Everything under the sun. I bawled my eyes out and am going to snob him all weekend. I've only got to put up with all this for 5 more months because then i'll be 16 and am leaving home. I can't wait.
Right now I hate my father.







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