You Really Gotta Love This
Right now I'm all blah and kind of pissy. The reason that I'm not the most fun person is because I'm pissed off that I have to go to Chelmsford Mass on Saturday. Now I know that may not seem like a big deal but it is, my father is making me go to the fucking doctor with him on my 18th birthday. If that's not bad enough we have to be there at 10am, 10am !!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to have to get up at 8am on my birthday. But the kicker is that I wasn't even asked to go, I was told to go. I hate the fact that he can't even ask me to do things, he has to tell me like I'm 15 again. I'm going to try and get out of it. But if I can't then he's sadly mistaken if he thinks that I'm going to use my car. I wanted to see him on my birthday but I have to split the day among 3 people that I know of. There's a chance that I might see another 2 of my friends. I'm so sick of all of this bullshit. I want to be treated as an adult and how you go about that is to ask people what to not to tell them. I love my father but I hate that since I got a job last year actually since I've been about 16 he's been taking me for granted. I don't know how much longer that I'm going to put up with this shit.