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When my dad makes comments about my clothes and about how I should probably go workout or go for a run, it makes me not do it out of spite. I get you want me to be healthy, but seriously you are my dad, and it’s sad that I know that if I was a real chunkster that you wouldn’t love me the same. I’m not even overweight or any of that jazz, I’m just a lil thick in the bones, like everyoneeee else in the family…including him. But when he says stuff like that in front of people it makes me want to die inside. That is the ultimate embarrassment, because if people didn’t notice your flaws before…they definitely do now.

If you don’t put in effort to hang out or whatever we want to call it (fwb) then neither will I. it’s getting really annoying that i’m always the one asking you to hang out. I get that you’re just back from your college four hours away from here, but still i should be a priority too. you make time for all your other friends, considering what we both get ou of our friendship i’m pretty sure i should have a higher priority than your stalker best friend. yes, he dated my bestfriend which is weird and yes, he is a STALKER. then we get back to the effort topic, which he puts too much in and you don’t put enough

nights like this i hate my mom’s job. i get stuck home with my dad because apparently he is incapable to stay home by himself. and i get that my sister just came home from college, but i have a life too. its really not on my top favorite things to do to just sit here basically babysitting him. like honestly? get some friends. my parents have no friends that they actually ever  hangout with, just eachother. it gets really annoying, because they are ALWAYS home. or at yoga. makes it hard to do anything without them knowing. then again, they really don’t ever even ask where i am unless i call them, guess they “trust” my responsibility, or any of that bs. that’s a really big word in the house, ‘Trust.’ my mom calls it as her wall of trust, and if i break it it takes basically centuries to rebuild, and those centuries don’t include a phone, a car, or jobs. doesn’t make sense right, taking my jobs away from me? considering i plan on paying for my own college..they’re really just screwing themselves.

I wish I knew how this worked. I tried finding my sister, but I don’t think I want her to even know everything in my head. If this was like Jenna from Awkward.’s sight, I would be perfectly okay witht that. but I would want some people to read it, to get some insight.

I’m really not sure why I created this tumblr in the first place.  I think its because I want to vent, with nobody knowing its me.  I also think its because I like to type, and I think so many things in my head I just want to say them..or type, per say.