Sometimes my father has his East-European kicks...
I have officially been forbidden by my father to inhabit any area that Clayton may have at one point inhabited. That's how extreme he's being. Which means i'm not permitted to get my things. I actually got the "You'll do as I say" line today. He believes Clayton to be playing games to discredit me. As he explained it, by my going over there, it would make me appear to really only care for my belongings and as such, would discredit me as a person. It would also give reason for people to speak in a negative fashion about me. Which I would not want. I have no choice but to comply to my father. Personally I don't think Clayton would really want to do that.
In a miniscule sense i'm rather relieved that I am not to go over there. The last thing I need is to be blown over with an aura of hostility. I'll be glad when i'm safe in Toronto at school with other people like me. Though, I will miss my necklace, skistuff, books and lingeree. Maybe I should just as Dad or Nikolai to go get my things. Not bloody likely though...if there's one thing my family believes in, it's digging ones grave and laying in it without help. You can't look to others for help. Or, How can you help others when you can't even help yourself? yadda, yadda, yaddah...the morale of that story is, Don't expect others to do stuff for you.
I have a dreadful feeling; like bad things are coming. Someone is thinking horribly of me and it's making me feel ill.
In a miniscule sense i'm rather relieved that I am not to go over there. The last thing I need is to be blown over with an aura of hostility. I'll be glad when i'm safe in Toronto at school with other people like me. Though, I will miss my necklace, skistuff, books and lingeree. Maybe I should just as Dad or Nikolai to go get my things. Not bloody likely though...if there's one thing my family believes in, it's digging ones grave and laying in it without help. You can't look to others for help. Or, How can you help others when you can't even help yourself? yadda, yadda, yaddah...the morale of that story is, Don't expect others to do stuff for you.
I have a dreadful feeling; like bad things are coming. Someone is thinking horribly of me and it's making me feel ill.