Apparently.
All I did was ask my dad to sign my spring trip paper and he starts yelling at me about how I'm so irresponsible and fail to do anything I'm told to do. And that I have to be told to do things in order for them to get done.
So not true.
So it was another night of crying and he guilted me about the trip. He signed the paper, but left me with a burdensome weight on my shoulders of disappointment and guilt about it. That I'm so lucky and always get what I want and blah blah blah. Well sure, but I don't ask for much. I could be way worse.
I dunno. I just feel so crappy and useless. I'm gonna go to bed and hopefully not stay up all night crying on it.
xx Salt, Sweat, Sugar On The Asphalt Marz
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