February 14th

It's my birthday. It's Valentine's Day. It's supposed to be good. But, as usual since my dad is home my day didn't quite turn out that way. I got yelled at during my birthday lunch with some friends and my parents and that just completely ruined my mood. It just made everything hit me. I'm old enough to leaven now if I wanted. My parents couldn't do a thing about it. I'm not going to leave though, not yet anyway. But my dad yelled at me because I got in a little argument with my brother. He kept calling me stupid and dumb and as silly as it is I get offended so easily by being told I'm not smart. So all I said back was that if he wanted to act like a brat he could expect for me to not give him rides (to school) and even though I'm the one paying for my car, when I got it I was too young for my name to be put on the title so "technically" it is my Dad's car. So he yelled at me and said that I was the only brat he knew of in the room, or at all. And if I wanted to threaten that he could just take the car from me. I just stopped talking and walked away. That's how it always is. I don't get along with my dad no matter how hard I try to. It's useless when he won't see me as anything but a little brat. I can't change how he sees me and as much as I wish I could, I'm just done trying. I deal with enough crap every day and I don't need that added on the pile anymore. So that's my rant. It's done with no more tears because it's my birthday and I'm 18 and I deserve to be happy. I wish the best Valentine's Day to you all and for love to be with you the rest of this year as well. Xoxo