Buckshee...
Fucking Raaaaabeeeesssh.
So I go to make coffee this morning for me and dad. I pick up the tin and immediately drop it because the lid isn't on properly. Coffee goes EVERYWHERE. Dad gets up from the table, calls me an absolute idiot and kicks the tin across the floor. I clean it up under his glare, make us coffee and silently retire to my room, fuming at his reaction.
Then I sign on messenger for the first time in god knows how long and snap at Peet and feel so ridiculous for letting dad get to me it more or less seems like an unprovoked attack.
I dont want to say my own father makes me come across as a mentalist, but I just did.
Sometimes I have nothing to argue against the idea of me being put down, for the benefit of the rest of the world.
If you still dont think I'm absolutely pathetic, then you haven't seen a 24year-old girl doing ANGRY KNITTING for the last hour.
So I go to make coffee this morning for me and dad. I pick up the tin and immediately drop it because the lid isn't on properly. Coffee goes EVERYWHERE. Dad gets up from the table, calls me an absolute idiot and kicks the tin across the floor. I clean it up under his glare, make us coffee and silently retire to my room, fuming at his reaction.
Then I sign on messenger for the first time in god knows how long and snap at Peet and feel so ridiculous for letting dad get to me it more or less seems like an unprovoked attack.
I dont want to say my own father makes me come across as a mentalist, but I just did.
Sometimes I have nothing to argue against the idea of me being put down, for the benefit of the rest of the world.
If you still dont think I'm absolutely pathetic, then you haven't seen a 24year-old girl doing ANGRY KNITTING for the last hour.