My dad came home and acted up. My day was almost perfect. 1 little thing and the experimenters act up.
Well, pray for a better day tomorrow..
I am worried about my addiction to post problems on here so much. Why were there problems?
Every day, you bother me.
I mean, yea, I can write some problems down. I just want things the way before my dad. :( I prayed for him yesterday, too.
I was only upset at the insults from Word Captchas coming at random. It was when it was a specific thing that bothered me. So, I talked it out. I can't do this. Something specific made a turn of events. My dad was like tailing me to ruin my good day. That's totally unacceptable. What is going on?