My weekend was half and half. Saturday was fun and tiring as usual. we did really good at our first band competition.

Sunday was something different altogether. At first it was a normal Sunday afternoon until my parents left for work. They left a list for Marc to do and I had to stay there until seven (they left around four). I don't see why my step-dad has to be an ass all the time about stuff. I mean he acts like he can own the world. Like he' god or something. I'm fucking seventeen and I'm still treated like a child. Pretty soon I'll be able to leave my stinking one bedroom house and get away from my family. I love them, but I'm just sick and tired of having to have to please them, just so that I can do the things I want.

Also I called Tara last night and she told me about my "bf" Zach. Okay, so we've been "going out" for about. . . crap I can't remember. I mean it hasn't been that long but it was longer than three months.
Anyway, she told me hat he was going out with someone else. How did she know? Myspace. He wrote it on myspace! I don't get on a lot of the time, but.
He hasn't talked to me in three weeks. I tried to call him myself several times but he never picked up. He was always out or just plain ignoring me.
He still hasn't told me about the date, I mean he should be a man and tell me himself. I shouldn't have to hear it from others.

I'm upset about it but I'm done crying. I've already had my heart broken.
Even when she told me I didn't cry. Marc actually wanted to yell at him, but when Zach picked up he said, "I know its you." and hung up. Talk about coward. My sister called him a son of a bitch bastard. Weird I know, but she, I guess doesn't really understand what marc was doing and wanted to go with him when I told him to go outside.

I didn't want to hear Marc screaming.