This sucks
Aug. 24th, 2002 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldI hate myself for being so fucking weak.
I'm not going.
Mom's talking about how she's devastated in between tears, Dad thinks I shouldn't have a personal life displayed for everyone to see. I can't take my parents' poisonous concern.
I should have gone, but I was in no mood, anyway. Still am not, in fact. I'm so angry.
I told them they that if they don't want to talk about me being bi, they can forget about having any legitimate right to ask how my day went. (Oh, and I apologized for the fact that they've got a faggot son.)
If they don't think that's important or something they want to talk about, or if they want to hide it, well, to hell with them if they want to know anything less important.
If they don't want me to have a life, fine. Then they've got no right to expect to share a life with me.
I'm not going.
Mom's talking about how she's devastated in between tears, Dad thinks I shouldn't have a personal life displayed for everyone to see. I can't take my parents' poisonous concern.
I should have gone, but I was in no mood, anyway. Still am not, in fact. I'm so angry.
I told them they that if they don't want to talk about me being bi, they can forget about having any legitimate right to ask how my day went. (Oh, and I apologized for the fact that they've got a faggot son.)
If they don't think that's important or something they want to talk about, or if they want to hide it, well, to hell with them if they want to know anything less important.
If they don't want me to have a life, fine. Then they've got no right to expect to share a life with me.
