Apparently I have no right to be upset about anything, even if it is about Terry's know-it-all, two faced daughter telling my dad that the only reason I want to get my license is to shut him up, or that Travis is now supposedly a child molester. Nope. I cannot be annoyed. I cannot be distraught. I'm supposed to be either disgustingly cheerful or sumbmissively accepting. No real emotion allowed in my own home.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
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