I don't get it. My dad never believes me when I'm sick. He always thinks I'm faking it, or I'm making a big deal of nothing. I feel so rediculously awful and he doesn't believe me. He's like "maybe you just need some fresh air, why don't you take the dog for a walk". Oh yeah, good idea dad. I'm wearing a long-sleeve shirt, a sweatshirt and another
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I hate mondays. I love music. I hate doctors appointments. I love my job. I hate school. I love parties in German, especially when we have FONDU!
Chocolate fondu is absolutely amazing. So is my boyfriend. So is my father. I got so angry last night, and I was so mean, and he totally understood that I was just having a mood swing.
My dad's fucking taking off to Florida. What a convenience. For him.God, I don't even want to look at my mom, and now I have to ask her for rides because my parents suck and helping me get a fucking license. Ugh, I'm so frustrated. I can't stand her. I can't stand this house
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