Klassy with a capital K.

My dad works in DC, right?

 So he always complains about how we never skype, and he misses me so much and yada yada, but in my head I'm like whatever you're a complete ass and you make stuff a million times more complicated for me and I'm actually happier now that you're never home , and then he calls me up when I'm watching my 30 rock, and then I say I want to go eat some dinner and will call him back once I finish making it. It hardly took me 5 minutes, I called him back and he didn't answer.

...Seriously?

I'm not going to go hit my head against the wall or anything(I have homework anyway), but I'm a little confused. He tries to be nicer, friendlier, there for me more, whatever, and when I react to that in order to not seem snobby he doesn't even pick up. Chances are, he's going to tell my mom that I hung up on him or didn't call him back or some bullshit.

If he told me that he had to go or something, I'd get it. But if you're going to be an ass when I don't want to talk to you because I'm really really busy, the least you could do is tell me when you don't want to talk to me. You're a dick. I won't get mad. I have better things to do than try to pretend like I'm interested/convinced when you start flattering me and trying to fix things.

You treat me like shit, and when you decide to ask me what problems I have with you, you get all defensive and start blaming everything on me. You've made me cry over nothing and you've put my brothers through way more bullcrap than they deserve. I would take a bullet for them. I really would. But for you? Maybe not. I hate you and what you've said and done to me and this family will take whole hell of a lot more than just a fucking compliment on skype to get me to even consider to stop loathing you.

Remember when I said this was closed? I lied.

I need this blog too damn much.
The other day, I said something which was taken out of context and blown out of proportion into something offensive and then it got around to the whole freshman class, and so now everyone thinks I'm a biased, racist dickwad. I don't want to get into it in vigorous detail, but it was just one of those moments when I had no idea what was going on until I had said it.

After 3 years of 12 year old hell  middle school, I'm kind of used to the evil eye from people, but this is just a little much for me to handle.
Now, I explained what went on in my head to the person I said it to and she said it was fine, but in the meantime, either she's not really okay, or it hasn't spread to the world that I'm not actually a racist dickwad.

Both options worry me. I mean, I'll only be in contact with these people for a few more weeks, but it'll be hard studying for finals if the world hates me.
I talked to Andrew though. I'm so grateful for the friends I do have here, people who will listen to me but also tell me to shut up and stop worrying about things. He let me blab for a half hour, even though it was an hour past his 'bedtime'.
I'm temporarily at ease at this moment in time. Hopefully, it lasts until after school tomorrow.

That being said, goodnight.