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Yeah, I hate my dad right now. He keeps putting me in these things. And I hate them. I don't really care if any of you don't know what I'm talking about, but I'll keep yabbin'.

So, every four months or so, we, meaning me and my sister have to go to this thing. It's the dumbest piece of crap. It's not like we actually do any of what this lady talks about. Most of the time, I feel like slapping her and telling her to shut the ******** up. And slapping my dad for ever putting us on there. As if getting called fat pretty much everyday isn't bad enough. But no, my dad likes to hurt my little heart, and take me to these stupid things. Hm, do you think if I threaten to kill myself, he wouldn't bring me to that place? Well, probably not, he wouldn't care. He'd be all "You can kill yourself after we go to this place." I feel like crying in those places, because I don't need anyone else telling me I'm fat. I don't see why I can't just be fat, and be left alone. People are always getting all up on everything. Why should anyone else care? It's my body, not theirs.

Thanks dad, I love you a lot.

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Steven, I miss you. But I know you don't like talking to me when I'm in an emo f** mood.