He can shit detergent for all i care.

 

I havent cried for so song.

 

But in the car, when dad was putting me down on how “fucking dissapointed” he was about me. I think i just snapped in the wrong way.

 

Instead of swearing back as i usually do i sat their quiet and unassuming.

And i was on the verge of tears, but i didnt cry. I just had that sensation of crying. But i sat there, in silence, driving that car.

 

Im a failure, a mess, someone who isnt dependable, a lazy little girl who cant stand on her two feet, a waste of his time.

 

Im not okay with that at all, but i dont know what to say.

 

I really dont.