NO JUDGMENT ZONE
I wish I had the courage to post this on my Facebook, but I don't, so it's going here instead. My life this year is going to be a no judgment zone and if you can't handle that, you can get the fuck out.
My father found out this morning about the way I handled quitting my job. It wasn't the classiest thing ever, but I weighed the consequences and decided it would save me a lot of trouble the way I did it. Of course, he starts yelling and screaming blah blah blah and you know what? I am sick to fucking death of him thinking he has the right to tell me how to run my life or pass judgment or act like I didn't know EXACTLY what I was doing when I did something, as if I'm five. I'm sick of him responding to serious, plausible things I say by chuckling and saying, "You're so cute." Don't fucking patronize me! I'm running my life a lot better than you ever did. And now he doesn't even fucking understand why I'm pissed.
I need to get my own fucking place or something ugly's gonna go down if things continue the way they do. Fuck this shit.
My father found out this morning about the way I handled quitting my job. It wasn't the classiest thing ever, but I weighed the consequences and decided it would save me a lot of trouble the way I did it. Of course, he starts yelling and screaming blah blah blah and you know what? I am sick to fucking death of him thinking he has the right to tell me how to run my life or pass judgment or act like I didn't know EXACTLY what I was doing when I did something, as if I'm five. I'm sick of him responding to serious, plausible things I say by chuckling and saying, "You're so cute." Don't fucking patronize me! I'm running my life a lot better than you ever did. And now he doesn't even fucking understand why I'm pissed.
I need to get my own fucking place or something ugly's gonna go down if things continue the way they do. Fuck this shit.