FUCK YOU.
Fuck life in general my parents.
Today's my fucking birthday and I was late. (Okay, so I got out of my house at 8:30. FINE.) Well at that point I was like, "Oh Hell."
On top of that I had to walk to school in fucking ice. OH JOY. WITH MY FUCKING CANVAS.
So I was late to my first period (which was French, by the way) and when I got there it was already 9. So I was late for fucking half an hour and - oh, fuck italics, CAPS are so much better - I MISSED. MY. TEST. SO I'M GETTING A ZERO ON IT.
Things got better from then on and all my friends decided to cheer me up with cake and all that...and I was happy, up until I got home and my parents found out that I MISSED MY TEST AND I'M GETTING A ZERO ON IT. Then they fucking flipped and started to say that it was MY FAULT that I got out of the house late. Okay, FINE, so that part WAS my fault. But they COULDN'T HAVE DRIVEN ME TO SCHOOL ANYWAY.
So now my dad's just worried that I won't be getting the credit (HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT I WON'T FAIL??!) and my mom's just like, YOU said that you'd GET into university, I could care less. And then she turns around and starts to yell at me.
Really, our family doesn't actually solve problems; we create more within ourselves.
Happy fucking Birthday to me.
First day of being 17 and this shit happens. Thanks for fucking my life up, god.
PS: No offense to religious people, please, don't kill me, not until I kill my parents.
Today's my fucking birthday and I was late. (Okay, so I got out of my house at 8:30. FINE.) Well at that point I was like, "Oh Hell."
On top of that I had to walk to school in fucking ice. OH JOY. WITH MY FUCKING CANVAS.
So I was late to my first period (which was French, by the way) and when I got there it was already 9. So I was late for fucking half an hour and - oh, fuck italics, CAPS are so much better - I MISSED. MY. TEST. SO I'M GETTING A ZERO ON IT.
Things got better from then on and all my friends decided to cheer me up with cake and all that...and I was happy, up until I got home and my parents found out that I MISSED MY TEST AND I'M GETTING A ZERO ON IT. Then they fucking flipped and started to say that it was MY FAULT that I got out of the house late. Okay, FINE, so that part WAS my fault. But they COULDN'T HAVE DRIVEN ME TO SCHOOL ANYWAY.
So now my dad's just worried that I won't be getting the credit (HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT I WON'T FAIL??!) and my mom's just like, YOU said that you'd GET into university, I could care less. And then she turns around and starts to yell at me.
Really, our family doesn't actually solve problems; we create more within ourselves.
Happy fucking Birthday to me.
First day of being 17 and this shit happens. Thanks for fucking my life up, god.
PS: No offense to religious people, please, don't kill me, not until I kill my parents.