i want to leave my house.
My sisters and I were fighting again. This time it was about my wardrobe and fashion sense (or lack of it). It seems that I am such an poor and unfortunate soul for dressing the way I do and intervention must occur for me to be a decent-looking citizen of the Fashion Republic of the Philippines.
At one point or another, they were even threatening to burn my offensive clothes.
And I know I'm not going to win any Best Dressed awards anytime this lifetime but JE.SUS.H.CHRIST GO FUCK A CAN and mind your own business. I told them I'd switch closets if they even dared to touch my clothes (I don't want people deciding that kind of thing for me no matter how bad my choices are) and they implied that they could get to anywhere I could get, and the fact that they were threatening to burn my fucking clothing...
I really did cry, but that's not really earth-shattering news. I know that they have no right to go about saying that they can destroy my property whenever they feel like it or when it doesn't live up to their aesthetic standards.
ETA:
They told mom they didn't remember saying the stuff they did and that I was over-reacting.
At one point or another, they were even threatening to burn my offensive clothes.
And I know I'm not going to win any Best Dressed awards anytime this lifetime but JE.SUS.H.CHRIST GO FUCK A CAN and mind your own business. I told them I'd switch closets if they even dared to touch my clothes (I don't want people deciding that kind of thing for me no matter how bad my choices are) and they implied that they could get to anywhere I could get, and the fact that they were threatening to burn my fucking clothing...
I really did cry, but that's not really earth-shattering news. I know that they have no right to go about saying that they can destroy my property whenever they feel like it or when it doesn't live up to their aesthetic standards.
ETA:
They told mom they didn't remember saying the stuff they did and that I was over-reacting.