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 The name's Phoebe; student/props manager at PPCHA and living tornado. I'm a fan of old books, soccer and anything (no matter how vaguely) nautical-themed. Affiliates
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Please be kind
Thursday, April 14, 2011
6:22 AM
I don't care how much things cost in his time. My father is ri-diculous when it comes to spending money. He barely gives me any allowance, yet he thinks he has the right to harass me any time I try to ask money from him. And I only ask him to buy me books. I demand books. I cannot function in any other way without books. I know he thinks they're a distraction, and a waste of space, but that's because he has no life and he doesn't read. Yes, I wish I was smarter. But I don't want to be smart like him. I've never liked Math, I've never liked time pressure. I don't care for practice. Honestly, when people don't read all I can think is, God, you're dull. No matter how good their grades are.I don't think I'm a bad daughter. With the exception of this (which doesn't really matter since no one looks at this blog; it's practically my personal journal) I've never done anything to degrade him. I try to understand him, because he's my dad and everything. But I think I deserve a solid effort on his part to be understood. |