*sigh*
God, I really wanna dye my whole head more than ever but my father would KILL ME.
I want it either all blue, or the rest bleach blonde with the front the way it is now.
I liked it when the front of my hair was like, white.
I'm sad, I really wanna go blonde but father would drown me in holy water.
*shakes head* Those crazy Catholics...lol.
Mother approves, but it's seriously too bad I can't do it...I'm really upset about it. It's almost like he's not willing to accept me. If I were gay he'd probably excommunicate me. When I had the two itsy bitsy blue streaks, he yelled at me and made me cry. He called me a freak. I was a "freak" with straight A's at that point, and I don't drink, smoke, or fuck. I suppose he'd rather have me be a Catholic School girl, who smoked up everyday and got wasted all the time. BUT with a natural hair color. Sounds good.
I might ask my mom to talk to him about blonde. But this is what will happen, if she even agrees:
He'll say "What?! No! What is she, some kind of fucking weirdo? She's like those goth kids down here."
And then he'll say "Lemme talk to her."
With that, I would have my ears filled with illogical dribble and then he'll throw in a guilt trip, WHICH I ALWAYS FALL FOR: "You're hurting me, it's like you don't want to listen to me..." That always gets me.
And if that fails, like last time, he will say "I'll ban you from my fucking house."
He already made fun of me when I bleached even more of my hair to the way it is now. "What's it gonna be next, your whole head? You already look like a clown, Devon."
This turned into a rant, but I'm pissed off.
Yeah.
I want it either all blue, or the rest bleach blonde with the front the way it is now.
I liked it when the front of my hair was like, white.
I'm sad, I really wanna go blonde but father would drown me in holy water.
*shakes head* Those crazy Catholics...lol.
Mother approves, but it's seriously too bad I can't do it...I'm really upset about it. It's almost like he's not willing to accept me. If I were gay he'd probably excommunicate me. When I had the two itsy bitsy blue streaks, he yelled at me and made me cry. He called me a freak. I was a "freak" with straight A's at that point, and I don't drink, smoke, or fuck. I suppose he'd rather have me be a Catholic School girl, who smoked up everyday and got wasted all the time. BUT with a natural hair color. Sounds good.
I might ask my mom to talk to him about blonde. But this is what will happen, if she even agrees:
He'll say "What?! No! What is she, some kind of fucking weirdo? She's like those goth kids down here."
And then he'll say "Lemme talk to her."
With that, I would have my ears filled with illogical dribble and then he'll throw in a guilt trip, WHICH I ALWAYS FALL FOR: "You're hurting me, it's like you don't want to listen to me..." That always gets me.
And if that fails, like last time, he will say "I'll ban you from my fucking house."
He already made fun of me when I bleached even more of my hair to the way it is now. "What's it gonna be next, your whole head? You already look like a clown, Devon."
This turned into a rant, but I'm pissed off.
Yeah.