Now I have to kill my dad.
See the time of the previous entry ? Now count back; it is 03:34 and I am wide awake again because apparently he is dying-sick and needed to fix himself tea, making so much noise it seemed the whole f*cking house is coming down. Not the first round of tea this night, either. I feel very sorry for him because he is not well, I really do, but I am not well either; I am exhausted, and tomorrow he will be even less well because the crankiness will burst through my ears.
(But nooo, he will want me to be NORMAL and run all the errands with him)
I have decided that for pink, this time is as good as any time.
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