And you said that it's just another day...


Today is an odd day. I haven't spoken to my Dad in quite a while and whenever I do this feeling of anger rumbles in my stomach and I'm at the point where I just don't care anymore. He's picking me up from work on Wednesday and frankly I'd rather just walk home.
Tell me something:
is that as pathetic as it feels?

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