So tonight my dad came home from work in a horrible mood, and has been giving me the almost-silent treatment since I returned home from my BBYO overnight on Sunday. Tonight he decided to take away my phone, saying that I “won’t get this back for a while.”
When asked, my mom said it was because he “feels like I don’t listen to him.”
I think it’s because the day I returned, he said, “Your room is a complete mess.” Although extremely busy, I managed to find time to clean it. Now there is a neat pile of school textbooks on the floor along with a jacket hanging on the back of my desk chair.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
I’m sorry, Dad, I wasn’t able to make my room look like the ones in the Ikea magazines, although may I remind you that I’m a teenager with kind friends, no social life, never has nor will smoked, drank, or done drugs, a responsible job, various community service extracurriculars, respects and observes her Jewish faith, and maintains a 3.9 GPA.
I know, I’m just an awful daughter.
I hope I get my phone back soon.
Bye.
Maybe I don’t really wanna know
How your garden grows
I just wanna fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
Of the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
christ
it’s really hard to have sex like that
This is awesome.
