THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
WELL. That was fucked as hell.
So we went out for my birthday dinner thing (even though my birthday's tomorrow...) and my dad spends like the WHOLE TIME talking about how I will:
a.) Never get a job. Ever.
b.) Never get a car. Ever.
c.) Never be able to survive in the real world.
My mom and I were like 'what the hell? I'm only fucking fifteen.' But that apperantly didn't matter.
I was such a fuck up now I won't be able to EVER do ANYTHING.
Oh, and I got berated for getting B's.
I feel a little despondant at the present.
Fuck that.