later...

So I went to the play and I hated it, mostly 'cuz I don't like the kids in it. I mean, damn, some of them are goodlooking but honestly, most of them are bitches/jackasses/stupid. Or they're all of those AND they have really, really annoying voices.
As I'm leaving I called my dad and asked him to pick me up, or at least pick me up while I'm walking home. It's not, like, a long walk home, it's a bit chilly and I'm super tired. Two hours of watching bad acting really gets to you. And my heart problem, which I thought was gone for good, returned during it so I spent the rest of it just tired out and frustrated. Started skipping beats. Thump, thump....THA-thump. Hurts. The thing is, Dad drove RIGHT. PAST. me. Well yeah it's dark but honestly. And he bought the wrong Chex Mix and licorice at the store. For as long as we've eaten licorice it's always been Red Vine, Red Vine, goddamned Red Vine Licorice. REAL fucking licorice. He gets Twizzler. And Traditional Chex Mix, Dad? How many times have I discussed this with him- Bold Party Blend Chex Mix. Traditional doesn't hold a candle to BPB. Whatever happened to my dad? If I talk to much about this, I'm gonna start crying. I just want my dad back. Not the one who smokes and spends the night with his girlfriend and can't tell when I'm joking and fucking smokes and who buys the wrong licorice.
Okay, now I'm crying.