halladolwen's diaryCurrent - Archives - Profile - E-mail - Book - Notes - Links - Design - Host Eaten Alive By Alsatians : 9:08 p.m. : November 30, 2003 |
| I hate this. Every time I cough or sneeze or do anything, my dad gives me this horrible look, as if it’s all my fault I’m sick. Well it fecking isn’t, so excuuuuuse me! I can’t believe this. I’m already feeling horrible, and I know I’m whining like an idiot right now, but don’t I get to b treated NICELY for once now that I am sick?!??! I hate this. I just want him to leave me alone. He asks me if I need anything, but I can tell that he really doesn’t care one way or another, that all I’m doing is pissing him off, and that the only reason he asks is because of some stupid sense of honor, ebcause if he doesn’t then he will be a bad father. Well you know what? I’M SORRY I’M SUCH A FRAKING BAD DAUGHTER! I’M SORRY I’M SPOILING YOUR DAILY ROUTINE!!!!!! I’M SORRY I’M SUCH A PAIN IN THE FREAKING BUTT!!!!! Jesus, I can’t even feel special when I’m sick. On the bright side, I’m almost done with my paper. EDIT: Whew. I've cooled down a bit now. I guess I just have to deal with it. I guess this is practice for living by myself with the fear of being eaten alive by Alsatians. This stuff here is mine, unless otherwise stated. That's why it has my name on it. Thank you. |