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Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Stupid to bring up, stupid to remember, stupid for them to say, stupid.
Dad: "Why do you wear black nail polish?" -I don't know.- "Well I don't like it. It looks bad." -Um. Ok.-
Fuck you? It doesn't matter?
Then we got to talking about my birthday. Dad: "Why don't you want friends over?" -Because.- "Fine. You're going to become a hermit [what the fuck?] and sit around your computer for the rest of your life. You need to get out there and do things with friends." -...Yeah.- Then Matt, semi-jokingly: "She doesn't have any friends."
Um, thank you for making that even more clear. And verifying it. And I'm glad that I'm not the only one who sees that? WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKK.
Oh yes. Dad: "What do you want for your birthday?" -The Little Mermaid. Because our tape of it is horrible.- "Your 18th birthday. You want a kids movie? You should be growing up." -Um. Ok? [my response is just as lame as his initial comment] You were the one who just bought Happy Feet. That's a kids movie. And a pretty bad one at that.- "..."
Then don't fucking buy it. IT'S NOT THAT HARD.
Apparently my dad's blood pressure was off the charts and at a "borderline death" rate. I don't even want to HEAR him tell me why I'm a huge part of it. I AM taking lots of the blame. He's constantly frustrated that I don't have a job, don't do my homework as well as he'd like, haven't done shit for college, don't have a car, and whatever else, I don't know.
SHITFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHUTUPIHATETHIS.LEAVEMEALONEI'MNOTANGRYJUSTDON'TTALKTOME.
Stupid to bring up, stupid to remember, stupid for them to say, stupid.
Dad: "Why do you wear black nail polish?" -I don't know.- "Well I don't like it. It looks bad." -Um. Ok.-
Fuck you? It doesn't matter?
Then we got to talking about my birthday. Dad: "Why don't you want friends over?" -Because.- "Fine. You're going to become a hermit [what the fuck?] and sit around your computer for the rest of your life. You need to get out there and do things with friends." -...Yeah.- Then Matt, semi-jokingly: "She doesn't have any friends."
Um, thank you for making that even more clear. And verifying it. And I'm glad that I'm not the only one who sees that? WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKK.
Oh yes. Dad: "What do you want for your birthday?" -The Little Mermaid. Because our tape of it is horrible.- "Your 18th birthday. You want a kids movie? You should be growing up." -Um. Ok? [my response is just as lame as his initial comment] You were the one who just bought Happy Feet. That's a kids movie. And a pretty bad one at that.- "..."
Then don't fucking buy it. IT'S NOT THAT HARD.
Apparently my dad's blood pressure was off the charts and at a "borderline death" rate. I don't even want to HEAR him tell me why I'm a huge part of it. I AM taking lots of the blame. He's constantly frustrated that I don't have a job, don't do my homework as well as he'd like, haven't done shit for college, don't have a car, and whatever else, I don't know.
SHITFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHUTUPIHATETHIS.LEAVEMEALONEI'MNOTANGRYJUSTDON'TTALKTOME.