I shall type this up and waste a spot on the recent blogs page...
I had the most awful day yesterday. That, my friends, is an understatement.
Awaking at 5:00am I had to travel to my father's house to drop off a document he had to sign in order to get a new passport. Then I walked to school and waited an hour for school not to start. Instead loading onto busses to go to the Olympic Park Swimming Centre. Sadly every one of my friends/aquaintances were on the same bus as I was on another, as usual. In the afternoon I had another cry-fest breakdown. After school I had to got to pick up the paper from my dad's house. My best friend Vongola_Fox accompanied me. Sadly she had to leave after 20 minutes of knocking at the door. Walking back to my dad's house I made myself comfortable on the side of the road. Eating the rest of my lunch, reading a book with the form at the ready for him to sign. After an hour or so, in the middle of my tuna, I spotted him over the hill with groceries in tow. I trotted up with the paper in hand, mustering up every morsel of courage my body had, and asked kindly for him to sign it. A moment of silence passed before he started to scream insults. Ripping the form into shreds and throwing it upon the ground as I ran to the other side of the road, shocked. He accused me of tresspassing onto his property, breaking his car and stealing his clothes. I held in my tears as he started swearing calling me stupid and retarded saying that I would soon not be going to the school I go to. He yelled at me, saying that I'll never learn and stormed off into the house. Personally, I do not do well with verbal abuse, as soon as his back was turned I stuffed all of my belongings into my school-bag and ran down the road. You might think that I am weak, stupid and Im not able to stand up for myself, then you are certainly right. I was scared, what would happen if I go back home? Will my mother hate me? Leave me since I can't get a passport? Disown me and send me onto the streets? Make me stay with my father? For the second time that day I had a breakdown, my whole body aching with no one to comfort me. Even though none of you would care about someone speaking through the internet and may call me a dumb, vulnerable girl because of this, I don't care. As I have the right to feel frightened, helpless and alone.
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