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okay, it's been a while since this book has had a legitimate update. and this probably won't be a legitimate update but oh well. at least it's an update.

all my friends (my three friends. wow so many. but i love them to death) are in band, right? they asked me to join. i asked mum if i could quit dance and do band. she said no. i haven't a reason to quit, she said. if i eat healthier and work out at home and work harder at class, I'll become a better dancer. yeah, that hasn't worked, and even so it isn't what i want. i really don't want to be in band either. i mean, it would be fun but i don't feel passionate about it. it has to be better than dance but i feel like you shouldn't do something just because you're trying to get out of something else...

oh, also, i was driving with the fam (i have my permit; don't worry, children) and my dad yells at me to put on the brakes and i do but he's scared the crap out of me and i'm crying. for some reason my crying pisses him off and he yells at me to stop, and i'm like 'i can't stop it! i can't just control it! god...' and despite my emotional breakdown, he tells me when we arrive at the house, 'you can't quit driving now. keep going. that crying crap needs to stop.' (it wasn't that exactly. i don't remember the words but they were just as unkind.) so i kept going and he's like 'i had to yell because you weren't stopping in time' and i'm like 'plz stop talking it doesn't help.'

then, thank god, we get home and he keeps talking to me which just makes me cry even more for some reason idek myself...so i open the door and get out. ' don't go in the house,' he said. he pointed to my brother in the backseat. ' you're upsetting him,' he whispered, like i can fucking control my crying (which is impossible, for me at least). but i got out of the car anyway because i didn't want to embarrass myself any further. i assume there was a shouting match between him and my mum when i went inside because they didn't come inside until like five minutes later.

anyway. sorry for that boring story. now you know how pathetic i am. again i apologize.

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