^ Dont ask about my title. It's a long story and I'm not really in the mood to tell it. Well, just came back from New York.....it was okay.....I Guess. ...At least up until the last 7 house when we stoped by some cousins house (Whom I had never met in my life) I admit I was rude and because I dont feel like explaining what happened I'll just let you know that my dad isn't talking to me anymore and told me on the car ride home that I may as well jump out of the car while it was still moving because it'll be quick. Then right after we got home I went to go check on my fishy....who....lets just say is now dead. Note: I JUST F###ing GOT HIM~~~~! My brother took a metal chi ball and broke the downstairs glass table....yeah...so. I'm thinking of either dropping out of highschool and going to live with my grandma and listen to what my dad said and hop in the car with some stranger and jumping out the door once the car reaches 65 MPH. I'm so sick of this.