faithaloneidie

So the coast was awesome...except for being with my father. While heading home, after he was getting hurt from all of my snippiness, I realized that I don't like my father. I don't like what he saays. He makes me so angry and I am so opinionated that I tell him everything I think, which then leads to arguments. He was getting after people who get piercings and tattoos saying that they are acting out. Then I said that he is acting out by wearing all of those shirts with christian sayings on them. I just felt really bad for making my dad feel bad. He noticed that I only get snippy with him. I started to cry. I felt really bad.

But I don't understand why I feel bad. He is a fucking bastard. He once told me that I fucked up my own life. I will never, EVER forget that.

However, I got some neat jewelry. I wanted to get my helx pierced but nooo. Maybw tomorrow. I shouldn't be spending money since I will have to buy school books soon. Ugh. School. That just means that I am another moment closer to having to pick my major. Ugh. I don't know yet...

I should be getting to bed. This week is my last week of tennis. It was nice to get that exercise in. Farewell.