My family walks around out there doing their boring everyday things, and they have no idea what’s going on in here in my room, any more than they know what’s going on in my brain.
Kelly is out somewhere doing I don’t know what, without me. I would really like to talk to him right now, normally that would make me feel better, but somehow I’ve felt really distant from him these days. We’re going to be hundreds of miles apart in a couple weeks but it seems like we already are.
Jonathan is somewhere on a beach in Florida, in the sun, having a good time with his friends, and not thinking about me at all, and I’m here in my room where I haven’t even opened the blinds yet today, and I get sweaty under the blankets thinking about him, and he doesn’t have any idea.
When Dad knocked on my door this morning I told him to fuck off which got me grounded. In his world I’m still 14. I play golf like I did when I was 14 and he treats me like I’m 14. But I haven’t left my room because I want to be alone, I don’t want to see anybody.
I called Elizabeth and vented. She told me she sees why I got angry but that I should just apologize to my dad so I can get on with life and forget about the whole stupid thing.
Okay, maybe I’ve acted like a spoiled brat. That’s another reason why I haven’t left my room again, because I feel ashamed. But it doesn’t change the fact that my dad is a giant Douche Bag.