Often times, I feel like every thing is m y fault.
I know it isnt. But it happens often times.
Surprisingly, that's usually when I talk to my father.
I broke my clarinet. And I forgot about it, until today.
He said, "It would've been easier if you told us about this yesterday or friday, we could've had it fixed by then."
It's seems fine, and it just slipped my mind. It felt so, bad, humiliating, and yeah. And his tone. The damn tone helped with that.
It doesn't help that my brother was right there.
He doesn't help that my brother was right there.
The damn hypocrite himself.
