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Monday, February 21st, 2005
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8:29p
So my dad has a computer now.
(Did I mention this already? He had to call Dell and ask them how to work the mouse. There's two buttons and a clicky wheel thing, he says, looking perplexed.)
And he's been talking to my mom online. I don't like when my parents converse. I'm different with my parents. I'm quieter and less mature with my father. I tell my mom everything. Well... almost everything.
But when my mom talks to my dad, she tells him all the things I make a point of not telling him. Anyway, they talked this weekend - my mom told him about school, the depression, the medication, everything. I don't tell him those kinds of things because he doesn't understand. He thinks people with depression are just trying to get attention. He thinks doctors and pills are worthless.
My mom told me he's angrier with me than she's ever heard before...
There's a reason I don't tell him things. He and I have a don't ask, don't tell policy. Why does my mom like to violate that? I guess he's not as mad as she made it sound, however - because he's been sending me online greeting cards all day long. I got one celebrating Temporary Insanity Day. His message read It's supposed to be temporary, not long-lasting! He also sent me a Happy Kwaanza card that said Believe in Yourself: You Have The Power Within! The message read I always wondered what kwaanza was?
current mood: aggravated (comment on this)
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