I cried black tears today...
Because my cat bit me EXTREMELY hard...I bled. My whole finger was tingling and numb. After I smacked his head really hard ((and I hope I knocked him unconscious...but he didn't seem fazed at all)), I went to my mom to show her what her cat did.
Then I heard my dad mumble, "Good boy."
So while I stood in the bathroom, cleaning up my own finger...I was crying...
My mom came into the room, and rubbed my back, obviously she didn't GET that it hurt, and so she asked me if I was tired.
I wasn't, and when she left...I had to wonder: was I crying because it hurt REALLY bad, or because my dad was praising that cat for hurting me?
All I knew though...was that I was literally crying black colored tears...I guess my make-up was a little dark today.
Some sympathy from my mom.
No sympathy from my dad.
And none from my sister...she always seems to think it's my fault...yes, petting a cat means that I want to get bit. Sure thing.
I'm not talking to any of you bitches tonight.
ASSHOLES.
Then I heard my dad mumble, "Good boy."
So while I stood in the bathroom, cleaning up my own finger...I was crying...
My mom came into the room, and rubbed my back, obviously she didn't GET that it hurt, and so she asked me if I was tired.
I wasn't, and when she left...I had to wonder: was I crying because it hurt REALLY bad, or because my dad was praising that cat for hurting me?
All I knew though...was that I was literally crying black colored tears...I guess my make-up was a little dark today.
Some sympathy from my mom.
No sympathy from my dad.
And none from my sister...she always seems to think it's my fault...yes, petting a cat means that I want to get bit. Sure thing.
I'm not talking to any of you bitches tonight.
ASSHOLES.