My anger has subsided, but today my dad, John, said to me, "Give me the jar." There were two jars in the basket, and both of us were the same distance away. I asked him, "Which one?" He replied, "The jar," and so on until I gave him the wrong one. But he didn't tell me it wasn't the right one; he just kept quiet. Then he started hitting me on the head with a pillow and grounded me by taking away my phone indefinitely. That's why I haven't been able to go out, because I don't have a phone, and they won't let me go out without it.
In my final grades, I got the diploma for best grades because I got straight A's. A few months ago, I played Fortnite, but I quit because it's obvious they've managed to instill in society the idea that you have to buy things in the game, and I can't afford that. Besides, it bores me, and the community gives me bad vibes. I also kept forgetting my homework or not doing it, and I studied less.
I'm starting to enjoy drawing.
I don't use TikTok anymore because when you stop using it, it's like being freed from a burden. My whole hand is sweaty from writing.
P.S.
I've read a bit of this journal, but I'm back again. It's actually 7:47 PM now; my father is watching football and talking to my sister.
Some days I have a really hard time with this family...
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