I’m currently reading “The Darkest Minds” by Alexandra Bracken, and I have to stop or I might start crying. Now I don’t mean like when you read “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green… which I haven’t read yet (but I promise I will, Michael).
No I mean that practically everyone not just the children (well teenagers now) who have dealt with such sorrow. I can’t help but think of the concentration camps during WWII. And I’m so close to breaking down.
I know this is all fictional but the author is brilliant with her writing that I can’t help to be involved every step of the way.One more thing, I know I said that I had to stop reading for my emotions. But in about ten minutes that book is going to be back in my hands, and I’ll slowly descend into madness.
Have I ever told you guys (besides my close friends) that my dad is a dick. Cuz he is.
I know I have it good and I’m grateful he’s here, supporting the family. But he doesn’t know how to be a dad. It’s like growing up with two kinds of ppl. One is a business man and the other is an overbearing adult scared I’ll get a cut.
Now the latter guy I didn’t mind when I was ten. I’m twenty fucking one.
Sometimes I just want to shake him, shouting, “Please! Let me grow up! Cuz if you keep acting like this I don’t want to be around you besides one day a year! So stop!!”
… But I can’t. Cuz my mom would be there saying how rude I was being. I can’t help it. He’s driving me up a freaking wall. I practically need a translator, a.k.a my mom, to talk to him. It’s infuriating!
And if he drops the overbearing parent, out comes Mister Business who doesn’t believe I have a future and should settle with my summer job permanently. Cuz he does want to spend one more freaking dime.
.. Which I understand at a certain degree if there was a finance problem in the upcoming future, but it’s not. Plus when he’s consigning some of the papers, he MIGHT have to pay some of it. And if he does, he can pay for it in three months.
Thankfully my mom believes in me. She’s the only person I know who can keep me sane as I live in this house for another month.
Why doesn’t he just treat me like his daughter that’s grown up, instead of a ten year old loser?
Meine Schwester ist richtig. I brauche aufwachsen.