Why don't you get a life?

Thank you dad, I love you too. -_-

If my dad knew how much life I've got.

I hate it when I get told off when I've done nothing wrong. I just sat by Twitter last night after I actually had done my homework and talked with a friend of mine and he comes and askes me about school and just something that I can't answer to and he goes mad. Thank you very much. I had to go to bed at 10pm and just leave the people I was talking to. Since when did I go to bed before 11pm?

Urgh, and what I hate even more is that my parents always try to say: 'No I'm not mad at you, it's just that...' and then later they often try to hug me and say something wise.

I went to bed at 10pm as I said and there was like a storm outside, thunder and lightnings, etc. and I've got my roof-window so it sounds like a drum when it's raining and the lightnings were lightin up the room ever second minute. I don't get scared of those things, I just think it's cosy. But unfortuently I couldn't enjoy it just as much as I'd want to. I didn't cry. I've told myself never to cry again and yesterday it worked.

Urgh, yesterday was such a great day. I was in the right mood wich made everything so much better. I fooled around during the footballtraining and these things. It's just when I get home and argue with my parents I get so depressed.

I dreamed about this cutie last night. Oh my Gee, I love him. But mum woke me up before I really got to know him. FML. How the hell can people say that he's not beautiful? Because he is.

Good bye Killjoys, on sunday I'll try and buy the tickets for Rock for People. I'm gonna go there no matter what. Even if I have to go there on my own. Like I'll be 15 by then, I should be allowed to go on my own and my dad promised me that if MCR would come to Czech Republic, I would defenitly be there.