When will my dad stop asking me the same question.
"How are you doing with school?" He'll ask. And he'll stand there next to my door waiting for an answer. I wish I could have a lock on my door. Id lock it and i wouldn't let anyone in. Id never open that door. Ever.
But I don't want to die of hunger.
Maybe that's why there's another door in my room. One that leads right into the kitchen. So I can get food.
But when will my dad stop asking me that question. I'll answer and he'll shake his head in disappointment.
Because I can't get anything done.
He needs to stop asking me that. He's not going to help me finish school is he?
No.
So can he just shut up and leave?
Can he just stop.
It makes me feel bad.
I don't want to feel bad.
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Poezie"I just want to love myself" [In which a girl tries to discover who she is, and learns embrace it ] ( Basically rants & random stuff)
