so i'm like feeling damn f-ed up coz i just drove my car into a pillar and kinda made a pok-mark in the tire casing. yeah. i know. it's my fault. i admit. i was driving. but hell. why didn't my dad say anything? he was busy talking. and now what? blame me for everything? normally. when i'm driving he'll be like - "NO. don't do this. NO. don't do that.". and now? not talking to me and making me feel like shit?

oh god. i know what you people are thinking. "she's trying to put the blame on someone else except herself!" DUH! did i not just admit in the previous paragraph that i was wrong? BUT HELL!!! they could be a little nicer to me for doing it.

i mean. it's not as if i wrecked the car. there's just a little peel-off. like what won't a little car paint do???

put all the blame on me! but if it's their mistake. oh. everything is just fine and dandy. no worries. it's seriously bullshit man.

i think that i'm really drifting further away from them.