| Current mood: | irate |
I guess I'm just not that important.
Is nothing I'm doing too important to be interrupted? I can't even take a damn SHIT without somebody needing me to fix a pop up on the computer or push a simple fucking button on a remote. No matter how many times I tell my dad he can just CLOSE a fucking bitchass pop up, he won't do it. Nor will he push the "exit" button whenever he accidentally makes the TV menu thingy pop up.
I WAS TAKING A SHIT, YOU ASS!
And when I argue that fact with him, while my ass was still crusted with shit since he yelled so much I didn't even get to wipe for ten minutes while we argued about a fucking button and a fucking X.
I'm also on my period, which makes me VERY irrational and unable to control my emotions, so I ended up having a meltdown after ALL THAT. I almost finished my shit in my pants, I was so mad.
THANK YOU MUCHLY, DAD. GO FUCKING BOTHER MOM OR SOMETHING! RIGHT NOW I REALLY FUCKING HATE EVERY DAMN THING ON THIS EARTH!
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