So I'm having a great day. I'm in a good mood, one of my favorite shirts is clean, I have to do homework for college but it's not that big of a deal.
Dad comes in and starts to berate me for not doing the dishes, among other comments. Yes Dad I know Mom and I live in a messy apartment, yes I know we should clean up more, yes I am aware that I am completely useless around the house and if I was to get my own house/apartment right now I would fail and end up crawling back to you and Mom.
I am clearly aware that I basically fail at f*****g life.
I don't need you to take jabs at my piss poor self-esteem and constantly remind me.
I also REALLY didn't need you to ask me "Do you mind living in clutter?" and when I answer yes because a little clutter doesn't bother me, for you to say that you'll never talk about it again and give me a f*****g condescending pat on my back. Do you have any idea how much that just f*****g hurt me? It's like you're saying "Oh well since she doesn't mind then I guess there's nothing I can do about it."
I know I fail at life Dad. And I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be.
Love you too.
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Be nice to me! Or I'll get Starscream to do some Squishy Stomping! >=D
Viva la HOMESTUCK~! <3
Watch me as I slowly go insane lalalalalalalalala~