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While my father is driving me crazy, I decided to write some random post instead of my self-destructive coping mechanisms. So here it is:
My mother started to watch Revolution (she hates TV shows in general and works 7 days a week and every day she works for 13 hours, so she really doesn't have time for me but she managed - that's what I call awesome parenting), and well, she likes the story but not the characters, the only one she doesn't hate is Charlie (which is a good thing.) And as we watched it, she noted that I would be like Strausser in a post-apocalyptic world. :D Note: he is a sociopath. Thank you, mom, really. (The reason behind this: Strausser says his father was a butcher and mine is too... and well, I can be evil and a big ball of angst.)
On the side note: I almost got a Monroe T-Shirt, courtesy of my mom again, but to my country the shipping costs 60$, and I was like: O.O WHY, AMERICA, WHY? So, I'll get books, yay! I love books, and I don't even remember the time I got to buy something. And while things seem a little better than it was a year ago, I still can't believe it. I'm living in a bubble of constant fear that something awful would happen anytime. Yes, I love my anxiety disorder and depression, bring it.
I should be writing, but my father really ruined my mood.
My mother started to watch Revolution (she hates TV shows in general and works 7 days a week and every day she works for 13 hours, so she really doesn't have time for me but she managed - that's what I call awesome parenting), and well, she likes the story but not the characters, the only one she doesn't hate is Charlie (which is a good thing.) And as we watched it, she noted that I would be like Strausser in a post-apocalyptic world. :D Note: he is a sociopath. Thank you, mom, really. (The reason behind this: Strausser says his father was a butcher and mine is too... and well, I can be evil and a big ball of angst.)
On the side note: I almost got a Monroe T-Shirt, courtesy of my mom again, but to my country the shipping costs 60$, and I was like: O.O WHY, AMERICA, WHY? So, I'll get books, yay! I love books, and I don't even remember the time I got to buy something. And while things seem a little better than it was a year ago, I still can't believe it. I'm living in a bubble of constant fear that something awful would happen anytime. Yes, I love my anxiety disorder and depression, bring it.
I should be writing, but my father really ruined my mood.
