today my cell phone was stolen, i know who did it, but they lie about, my dad yells at me for everything i do wong, he cussed me out when he found out. he yells so much i cry. he hates the words " i don't know" and " i'm sorry". i feel along, useless, my cat cut me and as a blead i feel no pain, but i feel hurt inside, knowing that when my dad comes home i well get beet, and yelled at more, as i blead i still feel no pain.