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[unique_me_2]

bitchy, that's what i am. not to everyone, but to my dad. whenever he calls telling me his idea about what we can do the next time i go to his house, i just say i don't want to go. mainly because they are the suckiest ideas. this last time i talked to him he said i have to decide what we are going to do next time i'm over there. if he thinks that going to a restaurant for dinner is vacationy, then there is pratically nothing i want to do that we actually WILL do. it will al be to extravagant or expensive or excesive or flat out he doesn't want to do it. and then if i think of something that he will let us do, i don't tell him. ten he thinks up the same idea and i say no. what can i say? i'm a bitch, there's no getting around it. we were fine, me and my dad, until he started to try too hard to be my friend or spend time with me. that's what annoys me the most, that he trys too hard. and when i wouldn't play pool with him and mitchell, i went to my room to read. my brother camein later and asked why i didn't want to play. i said that dad trys to hard. and i think he understood, but if he didn't, he is a really good actor. later he came back in and asked me if i wanted him to tell dad to stop, and i said no. why am i like that? i just keep all of the problems and never try to solve them. i am a bitch and that's all there is to it.
-courtney, the bitch.