Right now I’m supose to be packing for university. Ya, I know, it’s the beginning of July, why am I packing when University doesn’t start until September? Well, my dad was supose to come and get me at the beginning of August and get all my stuff so I could go on vacation and visit people, like my grandmother and my godmother/father. He can’t or won’t or whatever give me a straight answer when he’s coming. I know he’s busy with work but I don’t know. I have so many conflicting emotions over it.

What’s really making me mad at him right now is that I can’t talk to him for two minutes straight without someone, aka my step mom, interupting. I’m getting so frustrated with it. If it happens again next Sunday I’m just going to tell him he can call me when he actually has the time to talk. I’m so done with this. I’ve talked to him like two or three times about it in the past and it’s fine for a bit and then it goes down hill eventually.