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I hate me. No, scratch that. I hate me when I have to deal with my parents. Did you know that two fifty year olds can act more immature than a nineteen year old? Amazing, isn't it? I seem to be incapable of keeping a clear mind wherein I can understand the situation. I just want them to stop with the stupid bickering and fighting over tiny little things that don't matter.
Like today. My mum accidently unplugged our deep freeze and it thawed out a fair bit of meat. He just started going off on how stupid and why did she do that, why would she do such a thing and on and on etc etc.
Sometimes I wonder if our roles haven't been reversed.
Like today. My mum accidently unplugged our deep freeze and it thawed out a fair bit of meat. He just started going off on how stupid and why did she do that, why would she do such a thing and on and on etc etc.
Sometimes I wonder if our roles haven't been reversed.