So, w went to the cinema tonight, didn't we? To see Insidious, but there weren't enough cinema tickets. So, my sister, Jordan and her brother went in to see the film, and the rest of us went to see Thor.
The biggest fucking mistake of my life. My sister never told my dad she was getting a lift of Jordan, so not to bother coming to get us.
So, he's there pissed off, angry, and shouting at me in the middle of the cinema, whilst Sara is dandily on her way home. Without fucking mentioning anything to anyone.
Greta fucking move on her part.
But no, it's not Sara's fault. It's mine. No matter that there was a fucking 19 year old there either, it's my own fucking fault.
It was my responsibility, because apparently, I'm the one who has to tell everyone everything. No one else has to say anything.
I could fucking hit something at the moment.
I'm so fucking angry with Sara, myself, my dad for just shouting at me in fucking general. I'm sick of being shouted at, that's all that he does is pick on my wrongs, it's never anyone else's fault though, it's always mine.
Like, should have chosen a different university, shouldn't have done those A Level choices.
This is wrong, that is wrong.
Nothing is ever fucking right with that man.
And as a result? I'm not getting any 18th party because my younger fucking sister can't be bothered to pick up a fucking phone.
But no, it would never be anything to do with Sara. Sara would never get anything fucking taken off of her, she's too good for that.
Anyway, I think I'm probably to emotional to be blogging, and should probably be getting to bed.
Night...
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