So basically, for reasons I can't understand, I'm emotionally in a really awful place right now. Not only do I feel insecure, I'm also starting to doubt everything and getting paranoid about what I'm doing, where I'm living, and what people are thinking about me, and the slightest ambiguous comment can send me into a flurry of tears. I'm having a difficult time partly because of the feeling and partly because there's no discernible reason for me to feel this way, which frustrates me even more, as I can't figure out how to fix it.
Obviously, this is the absolute perfect time for my dad to yell at me about wasting my time and not doing well enough in school.
I screamed at him to fuck off, ran up the stairs, and burst into tears and haven't stopped since, making things quite awkward for
peridium, who is still sitting on my bed trying to figure out what to think.
I can count the numbers of times I've fought with my dad on one hand.
I'd really like to know why he thought now was a good time.
ETA: We worked it out. We yelled at each other a little more and snarked and then hugged. It's over now but that still was not at all pleasant.