AFUinAALoA.Sunday was beyond hideous. I spent the entire day fuming, as did my parents, and towards the end we had a massive fight. I ended up throwing a glass of iced tea at my father, and he shoved me multiple times, eventually so hard I fell. I was told to stay in my room for the night, or "leave this house."
Fuck if I was staying; I've been told that for years. I left.
My parents apparently cried the entire time I was gone, according to my sister. I believe her, because she's not some shit liar. But how dare they cry, after telling me I could leave. You can't offer an ultimatum if you're not prepared to accept both options.
Ffffff.
On top of that, last night a market research place called for me. They needed to speak to my mother first; I understand that. However, they don't call for me very often, as they don't do a lot of research with my age group. It was five hours talking about fucking chewing gum. 350 fucking dollars.
My mother, on my fucking behalf—as I sat there, chewing gum—turned it down.
I'm beginning to realize—or, realize again—that some people in the world are genuinely bad news. They don't want to help you. They don't care about you. They aren't concerned about your interests and they don't really care if you live or die. My mother has ruined or been pessimistic about every good thing in my life. My father is just—stated frankly—a douche. But at least he makes fucking sense sometimes.
428 days and counting.
Eager
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