May
2nd
Sun
2nd
I just had a conversation about everything, pretty much, with my dad.
Not everything, but a lot of stuff. It was really important feeling, you know?
It was nice because I didn’t feel like I wanted to strangle him the whole time.
There are some things you don’t say to your teenage daughter, though, such as “You’re a real bitch sometimes. A real bitch.”
Now I have a paper to write, a geometry quiz to do, and a lot of stuff to figure out about tomorrow, such as when I’m gonna do the assload of homework I have that I left at school, what I’m gonna do for lunch since we weren’t about to go to Walmart in this weather, and whether or not to go to track. I do not feel like running in this. At all. Whatsoever.
