Ok, to all y'all who are concerned about me, I have no new news to report. My dad found out about half of the stupid stuff I've done lately, (this is what has gotten me thinking I'd have to move and leave RAF for awhile) and he didn't kick me out of the house. Unfortunately, the other half of the stuff I have to say to him is if anything worse than the first half. I was gonna have it out with him last night, but he was so furious that everytime I said something (like hi) he screamed at me to get out of his face. Later in the night he was much calmer and nicer, but by that point I was so stressed and tired that I couldn't bring the subject up. So, I'm going to try and let him know the rest of the things I have to say tonight when he comes home from work, or tommrow morning before he goes.
My little situation is not over yet, but despite the bad results, I am actually feeling optomistic. I give you an update tommrow morning RAF. Keep me in your prayers as I endure this hellish ordeal.
