Sunday, May. 29, 2005
3:10 p.m.
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"It's funny, you know," I start in. "All the teachers at school are so proud of me. I'm getting involved with the recall, I did the website, and I'm organizing a walk-out. All these people are proud of me and think I'm a good person, and I can't even get approval from my own dad."
I pause for a bit.
"How fucked up is that."
Fireworks, tears everywhere, I'm such a wreck, I'm such a mess. How can I even attempt to pretend I'm level-headed?
I spend all of this time trying to figure out what's wrong with me, only to realize that what's wrong with me; my biggest problem, is my dad.