Still fucking bummed out that my brother would make my dad work on Father's Day. More bummed out about my dad volunteering to work on Father's Day. I HATE my family. We're fucking dysfunctinal. So Father's Day this year finds me avoiding my family. Gave him the card this morning, but somehow I did not mean the words anymore. The card wasn't so perfect after all. No, it is not the card that changed. The circumstances did.
Courtesy of my dad also, now yours truly is left with ONE WEEK to find a new place for the cat. She needs to get out of the old place next week and we can't bring her to my parents. Don't know what we're gonna do. They SPECIFICALLY SAID that the cat could stay at their place. Now with one week left, the cat will be homeless.
Paper due tomorrow, another one the day after that and an exam on friday.
This weekend has been stressful. The next time I happen to mention that I'd like to spend more time with my parents...SMACK ME ON THE HEAD....TWICE!! Arrghhh...next month though, I'm moving back to stay with them. Everyday of this...don't think I'll survive. What to do, what to do.
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