October 2, 2013

Today sucked. So hard.

So, you know how I had to do the litter box?

My dad was an even bigger douche this morning.

So, to make it simple, I'll explain.

I don't know if I said this in any other post, but my older brother, when he was 17, walked up our street, and got picked up by his mom. Without my dad even knowing. So we could only imagine how that worked out afterwards.

This morning, my dad waited at 6:30am (The time we HAVE to leave at to get to school.) to just clean out his car. He needs tools to use for work and such, but he waited at the last minute. And when he has to do something that involves him to work, he gets all pissy for no reason. Like he gets angry for lifting a lawn mower into the back of his Honda.

So he called my sister and I "inconsiderate" for not asking him if he needed help. He's 45. Who works with cars for a living. He's pretty buff. Like, why are two girls going to ask their dad if he needs help anyways? He didn't even look like he needed help.

So when my sister and I were in the car, he slammed the back door so hard. Like.. I mean, it was bone trembling. I got scared just then, but at the same time annoyed.

That's when he started.. pretty much whining because we didn't offer help. He said he asked for help, but as always I didn't hear it. I call fibs.

So on the way to my sister's school, my dad and I got into a huge argument. He kept putting me down. I kept saying how he'll never see me again and the same thing that happened to him and my older brother will happen to me and him because he needs to start respecting his family members.

So, when I say putting me down.. I mean:

"You're a bigger slob than him."
"You're not as smart."
"You're a pig, you never clean your room."
"Your brother always kept his room clean, then there's you."
"Your brother always does what he's told, why can't you?"

and such and such and such.

So at that point, I'm holding in my tears and we're pulling up into the school. I got out of the car and just slammed the door and started balling. Like.. I could've flooded the school.

So, heading to my locker, a teacher stopped me. And he's one of my favorite teachers. He's my homeroom teacher's husband, I've never had him as a teacher, but he's so nice and ugh.

Anyways, I told him nothing was wrong, because I didn't want to go to the counselor and having "child abuse" reported. I don't know.

He asked if he could help, and me being me, I said no. Because I'm balling and I just want to get to the bathroom. So once I get to my destination, I'm crying like crazy. Then there's this girl who's in the bathroom and I'm crying and she walks out like "You're weird."

So I called my mom and asked if she could pick me up. She said she'd try and I explained whatever went on. So after that ended, I cleaned up and went to the commons where I stayed. So my dad tried calling me, and I denied both times he called. So my mom called and told me to call him back.

I did, and he was crying. Like.. WHY. So he appologized and asked if I meant whatever I said. I said no, because he's my dad and I have to live with him until I'm 18. He said he didn't mean whatever he said either, told me he loved me, yada yada, and we hung up. I was still crying and shit. So when I went to class (Where I eventually calmed down) I said it was allergies. I hate lying, but I don't want people being all like "Tell me more tell me more!"

So yeah, that was my shitty day. Got to love shitty days.

I have a killer headache, and I told myself I'd run my 2 miles today. Fun. I know I don't have to, but I need to push myself.

Have a good rest of the Wednesday. Toodles. C: