pretty much.
so im pretty much sick of going to my dads house.
why, you ask?
ONE:::its just more of a hastle for me. to call him when i wake up, plan when hes coming, find clothes for school, and put my things together. and its just dumb because im not even the one who wants to go over there in the first place. yet i am the one who has to plan it and stuff. i mean, seriously. it doesnt even matter if i come here or not. all i do is sit on the computer while im here..which i can do perfectly well at home. plus at home i have privacy. and a room that i love. with all of my things.
TWO:::he treats me like im a little fucking kid. like the way he starts conversations in the car or w.e..
"how is school?"
"doing your homework?"
"what are you doing in [insert subject here]"
and hes so clueless when it comes to parenting..i said shit one time and he was like "ooh when did we start swearing?" or something. kinda makes me want to hit him in the eye. and then he was like.."what you go to concerts?? without adults all around you? watching your every move?" UGH.
THREE:::this car pool thing. its so gay. i have to go to paiges at like 123345374 in the morning now because we have to catch the stupid carpool which i dont even need to do because i can wake up like a million hours later if im at home. gay. plus i always have the clothes and shit i want to wear at home and dont have to worry about where they are.
FOUR:::i mean, i know im lucky to have a dad. and i guess hes trying. but hes so gay like 98% of the time. and UGH. he doesnt know shit about me..and most of what he knows a 5 yr old who just met me could guess. and whenever i tell him something else he tells me that madeline is the same way, or does or has the same thing. its like umm yeah that makes me want to tell you ALL about me. so you can tell me how much shes my fucking clone. GOSH. and then i hate how he would handle it if i ever told him this bothers me. he would drag it out into a HUGE deal. and be like.."what are you feeling now" and shit like that. no thanks.
FIVE:::i really dont like this house that much. the mood, the carpet, the stencils on my wall, my bed, the floor in the kitchen, the food, the cats..i really cant stand it. UGH im such an ungrateful brat. DUH. how about i trade this house with some poor kids on the street. my dad can live with patrice and i will live with my mom. MMKAY. sounds good.
yes, well. im done ranting. thankyou for listening. ♥
why, you ask?
ONE:::its just more of a hastle for me. to call him when i wake up, plan when hes coming, find clothes for school, and put my things together. and its just dumb because im not even the one who wants to go over there in the first place. yet i am the one who has to plan it and stuff. i mean, seriously. it doesnt even matter if i come here or not. all i do is sit on the computer while im here..which i can do perfectly well at home. plus at home i have privacy. and a room that i love. with all of my things.
TWO:::he treats me like im a little fucking kid. like the way he starts conversations in the car or w.e..
"how is school?"
"doing your homework?"
"what are you doing in [insert subject here]"
and hes so clueless when it comes to parenting..i said shit one time and he was like "ooh when did we start swearing?" or something. kinda makes me want to hit him in the eye. and then he was like.."what you go to concerts?? without adults all around you? watching your every move?" UGH.
THREE:::this car pool thing. its so gay. i have to go to paiges at like 123345374 in the morning now because we have to catch the stupid carpool which i dont even need to do because i can wake up like a million hours later if im at home. gay. plus i always have the clothes and shit i want to wear at home and dont have to worry about where they are.
FOUR:::i mean, i know im lucky to have a dad. and i guess hes trying. but hes so gay like 98% of the time. and UGH. he doesnt know shit about me..and most of what he knows a 5 yr old who just met me could guess. and whenever i tell him something else he tells me that madeline is the same way, or does or has the same thing. its like umm yeah that makes me want to tell you ALL about me. so you can tell me how much shes my fucking clone. GOSH. and then i hate how he would handle it if i ever told him this bothers me. he would drag it out into a HUGE deal. and be like.."what are you feeling now" and shit like that. no thanks.
FIVE:::i really dont like this house that much. the mood, the carpet, the stencils on my wall, my bed, the floor in the kitchen, the food, the cats..i really cant stand it. UGH im such an ungrateful brat. DUH. how about i trade this house with some poor kids on the street. my dad can live with patrice and i will live with my mom. MMKAY. sounds good.
yes, well. im done ranting. thankyou for listening. ♥