Oh. I'm angry. Wanna know why? I'm not allowed to have privacy apparently. So apparently being in my room means I'm terribly depressed. Every time I spend time in my room, my dad has to check on me and ask if I'm okay. That's annoying enough. Or he gets suspicious of me! Then tonight, I was in my room CHANGING CLOTHES!!! And he knocks. I say "yes" (not "come in") and he tries to come in!! Luckily the door was locked, but come on!! Yes ≠ come in!! And then he asks if I'm okay. I'm fucking changing you idiot! I'm fucking fine! Can't I enjoy some alone time in my room anyway without you thinking something is wrong?? No. No I fucking can't. Ughhhhhhh. I hate him so much.
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Thoughts
RandomStuff is over. It's time for thoughts. Also, since this account isn't used for actual fanfictions or stories of any kind anymore, pretty much these kinds of stories will be the only ones posted. Otherwise my account would be pointless and I'd have n...
