feast your eyes megan :)
it's times like these i really want to punch my dad in the face.
making a mountain out of a molehill.
really, reaaally pushing it.
stretching it out until there's nothing left at all.
and today in the car he was just like, didn't we agree we made up?
i flipped him off and told him either he was talking to himself (having one of his one-sided arguements/conversations with me) or i didn't speak clearly enough when i said FUCK OFF.
i raised my voice for the last two words.
then he said some other crap and i ignored him. i literally zoned out. i dont give a *. he was bitching about my maths tutor calling him a shekki and stuff.
this "shekki" has achieved more than he has in his whole life (except for getting a realy good job as one of the fat cats of a business)
but that was in the past. LOOK AT ME I DONT EVEN HAVE A PHONE SO I SAT OUTSIDE MY TUTORING PLACE FOR TWO HOURS WONDERING WTF WAS GOING ON BECAUSE I HAD NO MONEY SO I COULDNT CALL HOME AND MY TUTOR WASN'T THERE AND WTH.
it turns out he had a car crash. *
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