Stressful day. D:
I came home,
And my grandma was immediately like,
"Are you ready to go get your hair cut?"
And I told her, "I don't want to!"
And, of course, she slightly protested, saying how my daddy said I should, so I will--
Blahblahblah.
But yeah, then Grandpa overheard us,
And he started complaining.
Saying how I was going to get it done,
Because Daddy said so.
And I told him straight-up,
It's MY hair,
And I'M the one wearing it,
Not HIM.
So, what HE wants done to MY hair doesn't MATTER since it's MY hair,
And not HIS.
So, ticked off,
I pulled out my Cellphone,
And I called Daddy.
He was like, "Hey boy, didja get your hair cut already?"
And I was like, "I'm not getting it done."
And he was like, "Yes, you are. You're getting it trimmed around the edge,
And thinned out."
And I told him,
"I. Don't. Want. A. Hair. Cut."
And he was like, "OMGWTFBBQYOU'REGETTINGIT."
And seriously, I was so mad, I practically yelled at him.
And then I was like, "Okay, okay. Calm down, and just agree."
So I did,
And I was like, "Fine."
And he was like, "Yes sir?" Like I was supposed to do the same.
So I said that, "Yes. Sir." And I kinda sorta yelled it at him.
But I only yelled because he had me say "Yes Sir" like, 20 times, trying to get me to say it right or something.
But then,
Then he was like,
"You call your mother NAO. And you tell her all of this, and see what she says. If she says that you don't have to get it cut, then I won't force you. But if she says that you do, then I get to do whatever I want to."
And then he just hung up.
I was like,
"YOU. WILL. DIE. NAO."
And I stormed back inside,
And I demanded Mommy's number from Grandpa,
And he eventually gave it to me.
After calling me an embarassment.
And saying how ugly I looked with my hair.
So, I eventually got the number,
So I sat down, and, thank GOD, Mommy answered.
I told her everything that was going on,
And as she cooly explained what I should do,
All I could think of was how small I felt.
When my Daddy had pretty much said that my opinion didn't matter, I felt about 1" tall, and I started to bawl on the phone.
And I mean, freaking can't breathe bawl.
So, I eventually finished the conversation with my Mommy.
And by this time, I was a complete mess.
My face was a pool of tears, and I could hardly say a word.
I kinda laughed a little on the phone to my Mommy when she mentioned how emotional I was getting, and I told her that I was an emotional wreck.
Daddy then eventually came home and he sat down and freaked out,
Then calmed down,
Then freaked out,
Then calmed down,
And explained to me all that they've been doing for me,
And how he made a mistake in raising me,
And how he and my Mommy shouldn't have made me out to be Number 1 all the time.
And how it's made me selfish and stuff.
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The Life and Times of Tim
What's going on in my life, what's going through my mind, and song lyrics at random to FYI on my mood.
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