Cammy

I was really excited to go to L.A. I’ve been wanting to go for a long time, and it’s been a couple of years since I’ve been. I wasn’t sure if we would go because of what happened last week, and especially because my dad is the parent in charge of this trip.

As I mentioned, my parents have been trying this thing where they take away my phone, which has mostly just been fucking up the rest of my life instead of teaching me discipline or responsibility. Anyways, we left for L.A. and it seemed fine: My dad even gave me my phone for the weekend. Since I was hoping for a good trip, I tried my best to make sure it would be good, but everything blew up in my face—really fast.

One minute I was eating a really delicious breakfast, and the next my dad had me slammed up against a wall for asking him to not be pissy so that the trip wouldn’t be ruined. Well, it was ruined by that. So now we’re here and I haven’t been able to do anything that I want, although my mom convinced him after the fight to let me and my sister go to LACMA. I guess on the bright side, I got a really cool book at the museum. It’s more like a journal, and it’s to help me organize my thoughts, to some extent. It’s called Connect the Thoughts. There wasn’t anything else good about the trip, though. My dad confiscated my phone again, and made us stay at the hotel for the rest of the day (it was the afternoon when the incident happened), and found a flight for us to leave early.

Knowing that my dad would hurt me is kinda a wake up call. He’s done it before, but I’ve never seen him look like that before. Or maybe he has and I just hadn’t noticed. I’m not sure. I’m just scared to be around him. And I want my mom to have full custody of me, because it’s just not safe here anymore. ♦