|Current mood:|| sad|
|Current music:||Bob Marley - No Woman, No Cry|
No woman, no cry...
ah, I wish Bob Marley's song was actually the case. My dad...bah, you know the deal. Asshole. And for the past 3 weeks, he's been an even bigger asshole. I went to the mall today with Ilona after school. We got there around 5pm. Then, I phoned them to tell them where I was and then they started telling me how I had to be home. (It's 7:30pm) I asked;
'Why can't I come home at my usual time? We might go out after.'
'Usual time? What's usual time?'
'NO NO NO. THAT'S NOT WHEN YOU COME HOME. TALK TO YOUR MOTHER.'
'Your father wants you to be home at 9pm.'
Yes, YES IT FUCKING IS. I ALWAYS come home at 11pm, 11:30pm at the lastest. ALWAYS. He's on fucking crack. Ilona and Tamara decided to go to the movies...one at 10pm. Knowing that I'm clearly wouldn't be able to go to the movies, I decided that I'd just go home. Fuck it all. 9pm - I'm home. That's after the awkward talking with my mom in the car. At this point, I was crying. Got home, took a shower. Now I'm here.
Never in my life will I be good enough for him. Never in my life will I ever be his ideal daughter. I'm so tired of constantly arguing him. (Which I told my mom. I doubt she cares.) I'm sick and tired of having live up to these fucking standards. Fuck him.