Sunday, May 2, 2010
I hate my dad.
I can't say it any nicer.
I hate him.
Oh sure, you feel bad that if you make me wash your car, I won't have time to study, and you'll feel bad that I'll be failing.
GOOD LORD, YOU KNEW THAT I HAD EXAMS THIS WEEK. YOU KNNEEEWWW. WHY ELSE WOULD I GO TO GROUP STUDY SO EARLY IN THE MORNING?! Oh, YOU'LL FEEL BAD?! It'S ALREADY MY OWN DAMN FAULT. THE HELL DO YOU FEEL GUILTY FOR, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING SCHOOL, SO STFU. YOU..UGH. NO. I WOULD'VE DONE IT, YOU KNWO WHY?! IT WAS PART OF MY PLAN. NO I DON'T WANT GO OUT AND BUY FOOD FOR TEH FAMILY, YOU KNOW WHY?! YOU COULD'VE DONE IT WHILE YOU WENT OUT TO GAS UP TEH FUCKING CAR. YOU...UUGGHHH. YOU FRUSTRATE ME SO MUCH. I ABHOR YOU SO SO SO MUCH.
posted by Kat at 6:59 PM |

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