not. even.

not even 24 hours here. i actually made the choice to visit my mom and called about it.

instantly, yelling, screaming. fighting.

being told "do you know how much you've hurt your father?" "but he's forgiven you."

EXCUSE. ME.
He's. forgiven. me.

I'm really glad.
I really am.

fuck you. and your shit.
you're damn lucky i'm visiting at all this month.
It's not for you. It's for grandma.
I hate your shit.
I got mad because my father lied to you about something I said. excuse me, you're gonna defend him? No.
You said he should come help me unpack. Oh. but what about his poor back, and leg and whatever the fuck else is wrong with him. Fucking prick.
DO. NOT. DEFEND. THAT. LIAR.
I hate. getting my words twisted.
[yeah cam, i know. i do it too. but it's different when it comes to my parents.]
I. hate. being here.
not because of anything else but because of my parents.

ugh.

already ready for school.