(no subject)
day before my birthday.
dad's all piss piss, moan moan.
getting chewed out because he moved some of my stuff into odd places because he didn't like where I was storing it, even if he was the one who told me it was okay to store it there.
and of course it's my fault the stuff is where he doesn't want it, even if he moved it there or told me to store it there to begin with. and I'm irresponsible and childish according to him because of how those things are where he suddenly doesn't want them (even if I stored them there because he insisted that was the best place for them).
and he broke some of my shells and fragile stones throwing a little shit fit over me telling him those HAD been stored exactly where he wanted them to be.
I do not need to spend an hour being told I'm worthless, lazy, immature, childish, hopeless and all that crappy stuff when I'm already feeling a little down in the dumps to begin with (and sore, gods my hip hurt like fuckin' hell this morning).
dad's all piss piss, moan moan.
getting chewed out because he moved some of my stuff into odd places because he didn't like where I was storing it, even if he was the one who told me it was okay to store it there.
and of course it's my fault the stuff is where he doesn't want it, even if he moved it there or told me to store it there to begin with. and I'm irresponsible and childish according to him because of how those things are where he suddenly doesn't want them (even if I stored them there because he insisted that was the best place for them).
and he broke some of my shells and fragile stones throwing a little shit fit over me telling him those HAD been stored exactly where he wanted them to be.
I do not need to spend an hour being told I'm worthless, lazy, immature, childish, hopeless and all that crappy stuff when I'm already feeling a little down in the dumps to begin with (and sore, gods my hip hurt like fuckin' hell this morning).